Defiance of the Elegance of Cosmic Laws
Snow almost hovers
When wind and breezes die down
Above settled white.
~ Phillip Whidden
The snow is tempted towards belief its soul
Has travelled near eternity when close
To settling on a winter’s final goal,
That layer on the ground. This grandiose
Conception buoys of the flakes and so
They levitate. These angels try to float
Away from icy doom. They drift and slow,
And let their optimistic daydreams bloat
Misguided puffs of actuality.
Mistakenly they think that nearly still
Air robs harsh physics of reality
And so their lightness will not always spill.
Thus Lucifer thought Christ and God would wink
And not allow his blond boy wings to sink.
~ Phillip Whidden