A Koch Snowflake

-https://www.khanacademy.org/

In the snowy downfall, flakes create a stream of white,

Which washes away all the dark visions of midnight.

The alabaster snow has made its silent descent,

From the vast silver sky, through which it was sent.

The frozen sleet wraps around the ground,

A blanket covers, but no warmth is found.

The atmosphere is amplified, by tones of ivory;

On this newly dawned day, in this modern city.

This environment – a pristine sheet of fresh purity;

Yet, untouched, unblemished, presented perfectly.

The eyes watch the passage of time, and each falling flurry;

The scene transposes before them, in a rapid, flashing hurry.

The dust and gravel falls slowly and softly, in the arid weather;

Magical drifting downward, each speck is a descending feather.

Precipitating particles, stream in motions, like the flow of the Nile;

And float below, to the river bed, where they multiply and pile.

Grains of sand, are creating small dunes, which mostly lie inert;

But sometimes, they dance actively, in the winds of the desert.

All around are infinitesimal powdery pyramids;

Multiple formations, composing veritable myriads.

Conclaves and oases litter the Egyptian landscape,

Providing refuges where one can make an escape.

Like city storefronts, safe heavens from blinding sandstorms;

Frigid, rigid grains which pierce the flesh, like stinging thorns.

Suddenly the environments of two – the divisor, and the dividend;

Form a quotient of one, with no remainder – together they blend.

On the face of New York`s blank slate, in the reticence;

Each passing soul leaves, remnants behind, an artistic imprint.

Each person’s paces lead off into various remote directions;

Creating an intimate web, a variety of distant connections.

To the pale hue, they add their own beautifully colored glint;

Shadowy traces, in debossed spaces – the evidence.

Stranger’s stories which end in unknown destinations;

Inscribed trails, to explore or ignore, on the concrete shore.

Each step relays, to an attentive observation, the moments of embossed tale;

The fables are, composed of figures and symbols, written in a glacial braille.

Décor is galore, adorned along this icy, wasteland’s floor;

Creative impressions remain, on the earthen foundations.

Each residual track is an unintended memento,

Each personal print is a measure, of a pacing tempo.

Revealing the natural artwork of humanity,

On a snowy canvas where all eyes can see.  

Footsteps endure (for a time), left behind like ancient sacred writing;

Deciphering the hieroglyphics, tells of adventures which are exciting.

Composed By: A. D.