The secrets of a snowflake
catch our eye
as it glistens past a reflected shard of moonlight
the wind off a butterfly wing
catch our ear
as it glides towards its destination
exhilerating coolness as the Sun rises
pushing night air to earth

lasting sound and image
like my child's first breath
these are the gifts given us
alongside the torment we must endure
we the poets
seekers of life at emotions pinnacle
surveyors of every energy
joy or sadness

in the fray
we are watching you