Snowsaic:
window's a frame for snow's paintwork. First falling blebs, snowline of shattered icicle. Then sill-up, slow snow filling the still pane, charity of clarity, till all that's visible's crucibles of snow, faces of snowlight if the vision's a gift, a lift of dark light, twisted crystal and shaped lake, snow's mosaic.


Thank you @The Sea in Me (Síodhna) and @Anna Maija for restacking this poem. I’m so glad you like it. Thank you!
Oh, gorgeous.