Snowflakes and a Power Outage

The dark night

was a white sky

amplified

by muted thunder.

Now and then

a flash of luminol blue

shocked the blackness

of the living room.

Still, blinkless eyes

stayed hypnotized

by the ivory dust

that fell from indiscernible clouds.

The shavings landed, peculiarly,

as textured liquid

and hardened as glossy ceramic

atop cold, wooden arms.

The limbs never flinched

but hypothermia

revived their grace

even as they grew numbly stiff.

Maybe it was the stillness

under the netted drape of motion

that polished the strips of bark

and adumbrated the radiance of their form.

Or maybe, they were just beautiful,

and beautiful all along.