The ceiling of the sky has been clamped low
and tight with silvery clouds so dense that
dusk stalks the day. A day of diamond crystals
falling in an endless veil of crystalline light
winking and blinking as each twists and turns
gently in the winter wind gusting and
thrusting itself over soft contours of snow
laid on trees and shrubs lifting evanescent
sheets of crystals defying the grey dusk
of the forest interior. The day so modest
in its winter chill that falling snow hesitates
as it nears the forest floor suddenly lifted
by a breeze to settle over the humped
snowpack weighing heavily on cedar
boughs skirting the ground like a debutant's
festive dress. Errant flakes drift momentarily
on the surface of the forest stream only
to disappear as one with the icy water.
But the snow impervious to time and place
drifts and whirls into lacy layers to enact
the luminous embroidery nature ordered.
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