Moments of stillness settle like silent snowflakes
on disturbed ground;
footsteps left in troubled earth fill slowly,
their harsh edges softened temporarily.
Branches ominous overhead appear almost pretty
dusted in white forgetfulness;
all this, a fragile veneer at the whim of gusting wind
or squally cloudburst.
My landscape wavers between extremes
and windows are washed and rewashed
as storms rise and fall away under racing clouds
that darken the fleeting light of your sun.
