DESCRIPTION:
if i could catch in a crystal of wet winter
snow. fallen from time of winters long ago
when time was caught on a thorn
being moments before being born
or there before flowers seek the sun
or time from each seed has run
being in nothing waiting
for birth, for time to form this earth to crystalise an image
like a snowflake caught on a wing
fleeing time, nothing comes from blind thought
yet form in the dark void
blind without light
yet not needing sight to see
vast images held in me
your single snowflake landing
on water, merging into me

timeless trek of a sun
across the arc of earth
each following the time
of the other,each made as a thought in time
yet held in both
not knowing the plunge of death