Untitled - January 8, 2002

In the heart of winter,
the snowflakes fall fast and furious,
creating a silent panorama,
even as the warmth
curls around us.

The pure whiteness against
the dark night sky
is silent 
even as I am listening
for the breaths against
the cold air.

I remain captivated
by the flurry of crystalline tears
falling from the heavens...
until I realize that they are
but a reflection of within.