Snowstorm

The beauty of what is
or the beauty
of what’s about to be 
fully-fledged
or new-born

the rose that is
about to droop
or the tight bud
bursting with energy ?

a single flake falling
or a field covered in snow
and the roving eye
of the blackbird
the only thing seen
in that entire scene

and the fact
as Wallace tells us
that poetry
is all in the mind

John Lyons