Snowflake Eating

Thus falls the snow,
making pure this world of gray
in blankets of holy heaven:
morphing mud, rock, and fields fallen
into quiet calm eternity.

A scarlet sun melts,
losing color into reflecting banks.
leaned against empty stores
is a lifeless shell of heart,
hushed in carnal sin.

The bouncing flakes find me,
fusing to my hands and lips,
hiding crimson shadows of flesh
with wool made snow white
in specs turned to layers,
changing nature simple
as a child catching Heaven’s dust
on joyful tongue.

~DaLe 01.31.10