comma snowflakes dot the cold air morning
a very fine crystal coating of snow white results
I reduce my size  
the thin veneer of frozen specks
become the size of telephone poles
stacked leaning between my head and the sky
my new world has taken the grey light
to whiteness hinged with blue
that becomes the source of my magic
so, I gaze upon the closed loop wonder
of another imaginary world that is compelled
to be seen by an audience of its own creation


Friday, November 29, 2013