Diamonds on the Snow

A sonnet

photo by William J Spirdione

Sometimes on cold sunlit winters morning,
Ice crystals shine like diamonds on the snow.
Hypnotizes with their brilliance, yearning,
For a frozen flame to light death’s shadow.

The snow no longer as pure as it was.
Frozen sharp tears of a wrathful mistress.
Pure and impure, drift away for no cause.
Some survive with surfeit of persistence.

Focus on the cold fresh air one’s breathing,
Wiping away one’s tears before they freeze.
Wet and blurry eyes see diamonds beaming.
The past won’t change, no matter who we please.

Sun, keep shining bright on those that remain.
Sparkles, keep sparkling, diamonds of her reign.