Latticed flakes, feather-light,
Floated down-eiderlike-
Amid the snowy florets.
In the winter hush,
Footfalls muffled
In the downy pavement;
On upturned faces
Crystal blooms,
In whispering touches,
Winked and vanished.
Twigs and branches
Gleamed in fairy luster,
In candy-sugar ice.
In the charmed wood
That lined the walks.
Winter’s brittle splendor,
In ethereal sheen,
Wafted into enchantment
And, alas, into transience.
RosyView
of a not so rosy world
RosyView 
The beauty of fresh snowfall and the magic landscape it creates is captured in Transience. Liz
I really experienced that.
Rosy,
I was delighted and impressed by your writings. The poems are very interesting and some very touching. I enjoyed them much. Your article on Chakkah is indeed very scholarly. I liked it very much.
We share fond memories of Varghese and continue to pray for him and you. May he share everlasting life with our Lord. May God bless you!