Wild grains of ice

blow, swirl,

wave

form flurried frosty fantastic clouds,

evaporating as they float up

to form a soft steel sky,

bleak backdrop behind

swaying naked trees conducting

dancing

singing

winter’s full-blowing opera.

 

Some approach

briefly wave

bowing

bouncing isolated moments,

white lace water,

incarnate grace of space.

 

Bands and billows

tornado up

sweep down blanket roofs

around

and past,

greet this eternally dramatic day,

then move on

continuing adventive play,

compassioning breath and blood beat.