The Winter Clock

The Winter Clock
Press this moment for ever
Into the frozen air
A flower of time
Between the pages of our lives
Let its soft curves and its sharp edges
Live on there
Perfect and unique
As one small flake amid the flurried snow
Let it become like gold
In the honeycomb
A force
Perfect in balance and in tone
Let its power spread
Like the silent strength of a spider's web
Press this moment for ever
From your lips to finger tips
Like a prayer