Imprisoned on wind,
filtered by cumulus,
lofty, lilting crystalline
creatures prance.
Parading tiny prisms flit
in their bliss romance —
float, twirl and fade before
immaculate birth sends
Heaven's message
to naked earth below.
Gentle air leave my lungs,
so I might inhale their essence,
that sweet bounty from above,
to take shelter on my eager tongue.
Puffed white clumps
to the naked eye belie
intricate beauty deployed
and demolished by their union,
laying into icy-white ground
amid kin in harmonic coalescence.
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