Walk a mile

Winter Wonderland

Each lazy sweep of wind,
like the stroke of a brush,
painting a calm scene
belying the complex chaos beneath.
Millions of masterpieces,
unique,
individual,
lie unappreciated,
a limited lifespan.
Crystals
crisp and clear,
multi-faceted windows
to a brittle, silent world.
Shattered and splintered,
melted and mooshed,
until they disintegrate
and coalesce
in an amorphous form,
running in a frigid, translucent ribbon
beneath a bridge of
condemned
perfection.
Beautiful
in its own way.


Free verse. Written 2 January 2016.

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