snow storm

©Brian Sullivan

the fallen sprinkles of the dusty flakes swirl against the pane of glass. dancing delicately in the masquerade. the blinding brightness of snow white's path, beautiful in it's hypnotizing flurry. swerving motorists pass and spin til the end is far past the beginning. flipped in directions that make no sense. moments of perfection dissipate in an instant.

this crystal ball projection mesmerizing the memories of the passer bys. splendor in its twirling til the icicles sway and splatter the essence of the story before the final chapter has begun. nearby branches heavy with the weight of the world, stand strong despite the chaos. she says she has no time to dust the stems that could alleviate the pain.

bearing the burden is left to the trees