snowfall

as beautiful as snowfall gazed at through glass
the subtle breeze gives up to the wind
if the snow feels different in spring,
what element dare console it?

from reflections nested in glass
what is fleetingly perceived
becomes the ideal, a fleeting worldview
captured in the mirrored hallways of the mind

no reason to trust the illusion
but no reason to struggle against it
to look inside, you'd think
"this is me."
but one glimpse beyond
multiplies your thoughts

and is this meta-vision,
or no vision at all?