Snow White

Architectural bodies
gather, float to show
what is perfection in form
and motion.  Soft silhouettes
pirouette on the mountainous
terrain like ballerinas.

All that is  beauty
drifts, builds
to a crescendo
until all the world
is cleansed in the purity
of white flakes.

The winter sun
appears as if on cue,
spotlights them all
and they are transformed
to a dazzling diamond
radiance.  What a performance.
What a show of beauty
and grace. Bravo!

Signs

The charcoal clouds are pregnant
with rain and distress.
The chilled breeze foretells
a day of unrest.
Witches-hair
moss sways
from  live oaks
that  knarl their way
upward.  I watch
as leaves scatter.
The world becomes
silent except for the sound
of  shaking, breaking
trees and whistles
of warning from
the wind. It’s time.