The Weightiness of Beauty

The weightiness of beauty,

Like a millstone that threatens to pull you

down…unto breathless death.

A single pulsating star visible in the

Apparition of distant mountain peaks

Now, presently being gifted a fresh winter coat

How did I get this life?

How was I worthy?

Am I worthy?

Morning breaks with cloudless sky

Blue, white, and pale winter green — almost grey

The simplicity of hues and fresh snow, a reminder

Some small creature has traversed our land

but I cannot make out the tracks

Snow filled with tiny diamonds, singing back to the sky