Winter’s six angles tell the simple of infinity— snowflake. Posted also in response to the Word of the Day Challenge https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/22/magnify/ magnify
Between marble sky and snow hissing over snow— wind-ragged magpie
The blizzard whines through willow, bends the whole thicket, but one last leaf fluttering loose
Spring has fuddled off into mountains bleared with late April blizzard. Prompted and brought to you by "Vague"
The fabric of the hour is snow. It wraps and closes roads-- its net of drift slows every go, and nothing bodes but a weary afternoon of wait and tea--and slow hope there will be a soon when God is not sewing snow.