Saturday, April 2, 2011


The snow covered
The entire forest floor
It laid thick
In the aspen branches
A white coat that smothered
All the colors
The last dancers
Remaining from Autumn
A raven lands
His black feathers
From top to bottom
A discordant theme
From the white snow
There is a moment
Of bliss
The sound of nothing
The absence of warmth
Purity of image
Simple perfection
Of nature alive
No need to conform
No stimuli
Simple existence
Beautiful without guile
Without purpose
Beyond demands
Just living