Written on retreat in a 10-minute writing exercise, in response to the prompt:
“This is what I have to say to you.”
There is beauty
in the swirl of snow
sit, the steadiness
of earth,
this earth,
on a vast timescale
incomprehensible
sky,
from which the swirl of snow originates
or, does it?
snow from clouds from the mystical
who can name the original source?
evaporating vaporizing precipitating changing
form
sublimation
sudden disappearance
only to reappear in another form
the squall cuts through
stillness
but an illusion
also, a mechanism through which to notice
the beauty
in the swirl
of snow
notice the moment
to change
direction
alight from sun
the singular, unseen if not for the swirl of plurality
- is but is not the swirl itself -
landing
lightly
to rest.
for the briefest moment
there is beauty.