twas always thus

with Art and Muse:

their worlds collide,

but never fuse





--



a simple lens

does seperate

him from she,

but what

Perspective shifts!

from him, then me

snowflakes

snowflakes falling
widely down, circling, circling

silently falling,
falling,
falling,
down.

i pause to watch,
the window pane,
and feel the silent whirl
inspire me to stillness