The Weightiness of Beauty
The weightiness of beauty, Like a millstone that threatens to pull you down…unto breathless death.
A single pulsating star visible in the Apparition of distant mountain peaks Now, presently being gifted a fresh winter coat
How did I get this life? How was I worthy? Am I worthy?
Morning breaks with cloudless sky Blue, white, and pale winter green — almost grey The simplicity of hues and fresh snow, a reminder
Some small creature has traversed our land but I cannot make out the tracks Snow filled with tiny diamonds, singing back to the sky