Snow, the Careless

It dances from the sky, with a reckless proclivity.
Defying all logic, all concept; laughing at gravity.
Each and every flake destined to one of two manifests -
Life of chaos leads to abrupt perish or patient languish.
but still every individual flies in the face of fate.
Such energy - teeming from a white void, they originate
Cover the sky, cover the ground, untold numbers fill the air.
All boundaries of time, space, depth, and sound, it willfully impair
You can taste infinity, you can feel as it always fades,
but never decreases its presence. It cuts with icy blades
Or gently brushes with a downy kiss. Endless chaos seen,
Whirling with reckless turmoil, joyful tumbles, it lands to gleam
then winks out as if traveling across a foreign time stream
It robs you of your senses and leaves you free and powerless
Each glint, a truth - to fathom it means salvation or madness
A white blanket canvas; a recording seismograph of time.
every moving thing; its passage marked. A living paradigm
A trillion crystals all reflect the infrared wax and wane
And the ethereal landscape morphs in a divine disdain
Ice sculptures grow from nothing, wind shifts and carves before your eyes
So fragile that the trees doth make snow dematerialize
So strong, conceals the world and the world hides away. Perfection,
A featureless ocean of deviation and deception







unused concepts/lines:
Whirling like cloth with no threads,
And when the wind whisks across the fields
And once its given up its ghost,
It can be any texture composition or density - once clear and solid, then smooth and crisp
often softer than down and slices like blades.
Pound it like clay, chip it like rock, crunch it like shell or explode it like glass
It can absorb your struggles like a torpid swamp, it can block you with an impenetrable barrier, or leave you frictionless, without anything sturdy to brace upon.
It can be collected into a staircase, dug into a canyon, or flown upon with blades.