Transformations

It’s only H2O
oh but oh today

chaotic hexagons
gyrate to earth

cooled and transformed to snow
soft beady hail spills down

soft silent drifts
a fluff of flakes

with sudden airborne lift
dusting the yew

bending the branch
sloughing to the ground

reflecting icy light
within our walls a subtle hint of blue

It’s somehow deep in our warm blood
to love this cold

this very glue
that builds the blocks of life

a constant metamorphosis
yet still the same