Six
rimed snowflakes.
Dihedral
symmetry rotates,
reflects,
the
quest of six decades,
the rest
this ancient raven soul seeks,
exhaling
frost scrolls at the sight of the Bethlehem star
hovering
above everything that remains new and pure in the human spirit.
Equilateral,
equiangular,
all
geometries being equal,
this
aging child smiles his woodsmoke curl in the face of the advancing dark.
"It's
all right,"
he
whispers to himself,
as he
begins to disappear.
"It's
just a spell of frost.
Six
snowflakes.
Melt,
disappear, as you return to the Sun."
-Michael
Guillen
Photos:
Alexey Kljatov
