Walking in the Snow

Fat flakes floating
Giant biscuits of beauty
Feeding my spirit
As they land
gently.
Self-immolating
on my outstretched tongue.
An offering
of refreshment,
renewal.
Powerless individual flakes
Mount together
And become
An equalizing force,
Leveling high and low,
Softening sharp edges
Muting clanging symbols,
Making all things new.
Sins and blessings
Covered
Under a blanket of
Purity and
Whiteness
That reaches to the sky.

2/20/15