WHITE

A world of white as snow

Our landscape decorates

Falling crystals large and small

Each unique its own imprint has

Drifts forming random depths

Guided by gravity, windy gusts.

 

We think the fresh new snow pure

As used in numerous ads, clichés,

Yet microscopic inspections find

Impurities embedded, ingrained

Still our vision deceives our brain

The image of the whole without disdain.

 

Comparisons are risky

What can hold sway?

True, we did not fall from the sky

Yet each of us is unique in their way

None are perfect even to this day

Most, hesitant to acknowledge their state.

 

In time snow crystals

Their properties change,

Transform back to their

Watery stage, evaporate,

Just as each of us at random

Returns from whence we came.

Herbert Holzbauer

© December 2008-11-3

Midi: "Snow On The Sahara"
(www.sequinsbyeileen.com)

 

Photo: "Snow Scene"
(www.freephoto.com)