Monday, November 29, 2010

Perfection

one

single
flake
flutters 
gently 
down 
into the night
followed by another 
and another until the ground 
is dappled with a winter sheet and finally smothered in a comforter of stifling white
 The hold of darkness is released as the earth glows, 
producing an ethereal beauty that can be felt in the silence of the soul. 
Artists and poets attempt to capture the somber beauty 
but their efforts fall short and result in a copy of very poor relief 
It is, however, a temporal beauty, that is there to be appreciated for what it is in that moment... 


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