melting beauty

They could have warned you
When things start
splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing's tumbling down.

The clouds were falling apart into tiny pieces. Thirsty for knowledge they had sucked up their fill and burst into millions of unrecognizable shapes which collected on the ground and on my car and in my hair. I became irritated, worried about driving conditions and serious health risks such as frost bite and being late to work. Now, looking back, if the sun hadn't been hitting the horizon at the precise angle at this certain time I would have over looked the beauty. But it was, and I stopped cleaning off my car and began staring at the millions of sparkles holding the Earth in place as if they were scared it would suddenly fall apart. And just as I felt it would have, I knew that everything would be okay. Everything repairs with time, as cliche as that may sound, it is true. And soon, in Spring, the snow will melt and the Earth will find something new to hold it together. Like me.