…lies too heavy

A bank of dark angry clouds
just before the thaw of daybreak
a stillness in the air
a sigh lost in the awakening
like the silence between two thoughts
snowflakes tossed by winter winds
on a wild collision course, circling in slow abandon
generate a quiet mood
the endless fluctuations, tiny ephemeral blossoms
under the glow of the moon
reflections everywhere, beautiful shadows
a fluttering frailty, destined for destruction
brief and transient in the world
so they fall and rest here, for just one alluring moment
their gentle whispers, crystal upon crystal
in endless drifts, a blanket of white
pristine and fleeting
and winter lies too heavy, upon a pale, cold sky
© Ann Bagnall