Snow

       Snow

No smell, it is just as

A fleeting  moment,

Snow silent  as   yogi,

Karma yogi, contemplative,

Constant from  above,

Yet it falls, flakes

 Undergo rebirth or rehabilitation,

 Dilation  into  fluidity

From  sky or  clouds,

 to  the  flat or spooky ground,

Two different zones,

not out of  arrogance,

But   to  demonstrate

Above  is always Divine

To protect  the ground

 A feel of Touch is

 Essential. I look up,

Eyes  are blinded,

Am defeated.