The fluttering snow dances down from the heavens,
Piling on the ground and on top of one another,
Lining the dark silhouettes of trees against the fuzzy white sky
Or making themselves temporary accessories atop someone’s head.

The morning light filters through the sky of a new day,
Slowly bleeding its rays through the closed blinds of sleepers’ windows
Coloring the room in soft mixture of white and blue
Waking anyone regardless of the quality of their previous night’s sleep

The artificial light of a computer’s login screen illuminates whatever stands in front of it
The keyboard, hands or face of its user beginning their computer work for the day
Letters of a keyboard, contents of the computer monitor ever still
Yet creating new patterns with letters and color displays

The red railings overlook the communal fireplace in Alliot
Change of gaze to left reveals a mosaic window
No light shines through its colored glass,
But it reflects the light of its shape and colors back to the gaze

The pages which we read recent news yellows with the continuous passage of time
It sits and waits to be read, collecting dust while never losing the intent of its words
The story depicted in these strings of words and sentences
stand the true test of time despite its aging pages

The clothes worn each week wrap wearers in warmth and comfort
Warmth is simple, but the patterns, materials, and labor of which it was made are not.
Deliberate choices brought the clothes to where they are being worn today
Almost like some miracle all those moments lead to create a relationship between the wearer and their carefully chosen clothes

Temporary like snowflakes,
Moments pass whether wanted or not.
Even the still changes,
And some attract and reflect themselves in gazes
Though the passage of time ages the world,
Previous moments, like miracles create the moment known as “now”

Don’t let the moment simply pass