Each perfect six pointed fractal,
The crystalline arrows of nature,
Has a purpose in its brief time
Covering the earth
In a dichotomy of cold and warmth ~
Protector and nourisher
Ancient gnarled grain
Now a fallen beam
Building hollows instead of waving in the breeze...
And under it, a sleeping deer
Finds soft shelter in the moss,
While the night sky’s jewels form
The icicles reflect the stillness;
The forest inhales its quiet breath
In stasis, for a time, waiting to resolve into Spring.