…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