That Day It Became Meaning
by Patricia Fritsche | Snowflakes, a myriad of playful reflections,
a Winter's, perceptional thaw;
when they mount
right in front of you on glacier nose
in a symbiotic bond,
they're so magically
illusive.
But,
being faster somehow,
to catch, to capture,
that cutout shape
from three to six points an eternal design,
and place it
in my filing cabinet labeled
the mind print's of eternal blaze,
of the silent snow cutters
is wonderland.
Everyone
is just so darn intricate,
so awe inspiring as relationships.
And can melt
down just as fast,
somehow, till the next
endearing snowfall.
From a distance
sometimes,
in proper perspective,
a proper space
can be more heart-locking.
An imposing
warmth on the subject
could shake
a crooked stick,
the sensual
charm away.
The true charisma
for just being the surprise ballerina confetti
on a Winter's, regimented day.
Or, understanding
the complexities of ourselves,
in a nation's
weather pattern
of new emotion's taking flight.
All the
different variables,
as they circle our target on display.
And perform into
our lives each inspiring
Winter's day,
opening up vacant doors
into our bread-basket homes
once again. | Patricia Fritsche
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