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The close up magic of a snowflake,
Is lost in the fury of desert whites,
Painted red with blood and with time,
On trial for murder and afraid to melt.
But she was made beautiful by the wind,
Delicate and fierce through the fall,
Armies march across her in vainglory,
For a glimpse of Spring’s felicity –
She is running water chasing form,
But form comes from the seed of life.
The glorious icicle will never hold true,
But as water, is taken into shape,
Tree, flower, horn, claw or root,
Nourishing her loves with fidelity,
The Earth must wait for Heaven,
As Winter must wait for Spring,
If time is to pass through her,
And not by her.