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...