In white snow
on a grey day
lines fade away
and there is no shadow
Like an avalanche,
beauty buries itself,
paints itself blind,
covers its face
and you, even you
are almost invisible,
shape-aching for the sun
to throw itself
into the fray
or darkness to fall
either extreme revealing
suddenly,
like a secret,
the real universe –
the one that was always there:
full colour
every hue
high definition
digitally true