The Architect of Snow
By Michele Bannister
31 October 2012
The architect of snow and stone
sculpts crystals into single perfect snowflakes
her solstice-gifts to eye and heart.
Her lenses are chill and crisp:
contact-correction to prisms' paradigm,
orienting souls to the slow creep of crystal-growth,
the angled jewels of cooling liquid.
Sublime; shattered in all shards,
ever absent from the moss-cushioned world,
she seeks not the rounded rock-runs left for lichen,
the great glassine groove-paths from gliding glaciers.
For her there are only all the ices, condensing:
the endless play of methane on nitrogen,
ammonia on water, crinkled carbonised crust,
limpid layers in diffuse depths, tints revealed
in the pale offerings of a day-distant Sun.
For those who visit, staying half an orbit,
she folds kindness into a viewpoint:
origami-intricate flowers of fractal petals
blooming into blackness under slow cosmic-ray rain.
They blossom fresh as frost-numbed pain
only once the world's atmosphere snows out again.
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