Every step and trace recorded through imprint left in powdered art
so calls the silence in subtle crunch, yet echoes short within the heart
of such a winter’s day.
Every frozen crystal, as if by God so gently placed.
Every dew drop manifest to kindly cling and paint the face
of all I see around me.
Yet every moment held in peace against the winter azure sky,
every temporal piece of life, about its day with a “why” –
So crisp this definition, in what I hold within this season’s frozen fold.