Enlightened by Winter’s Paradox

There is nothing
more extraordinary than

when snow
can make sharp
the contours of the landscape
by covering it smoothly;

the crushing pressure
accumulated by crystalline snowflakes
that alone amount to
less than a water
drop;

the giant ego of a stony mountain made bigger
by ephemeral showers
of cold cotton;

seeing clearly
the line at which
visible life stops,
to let heroes ascend
to immortality.