delicate

tiny atoms intertwine
spindly creatures

exploring the feeling of fingertips
the spark, the shock

eyelids and eyelashes
individual bits
coated with flake of snow

one slow blink
and the world spins

stolen moments
when reality is in memory
when life teems in being

precarious

teetering on the very edge
between light and dark

the sharpness lingers

because for each of these
millions of moments pass
in the mundane

carved out
cradled deep, deep

sunlight blazes across snowfall
cold settles deep inside
beneath the layers of socks and sweaters

fragile