Snow is hovering in the air today
weightless, space like, without gravity
it glimmers and glistens
as it floats between my vision
I am unaware of the tune
but I have seen its evidence here.
Does beauty have a tune?
I tell you it does.
How can it not when all around
evidence of the Creator’s touch
speaks into the fragile balance?
My feet crunch under its softness
as I venture out into creation
once more…this time my eyes