before motion disturbs

all flurries cease

pine fronds gather

aloft, powder adheres

to worn edges of trees

disguised as forms

lightly weighted

visions startling as the mind

that finds joins in the world.

Seamless, icy,

lighted, weighty,

the white crust is untracked

by wind.  Particles are

now breath in clouds,

crescent windforms,

expanses, atmosphere scraps.

between patterns we see

a place coheres

real as branches

among hundreds of stars

2/17/82