"Forgotten toil, Forgotten beauty"
​by Gregory Beagan '19

Start at the middle and work your way out,
The pattern is slow to form.
The Cold and the Wind roundabout,
The tongs of the blizzard forge.

Jagged, round, soft, hard, spiraling,
A balance to be found.
The harsh winds like hammers, thundering,
Upon the permafrost land.

The crystals grow and change direction,
A beautiful icicle flower
A shape created by powder snow hellions,
A beauty left unseen.

No one master stroke left unperfected,
Yet each falls to neglect,
Hundreds of billions of unadmitted,
Different, gorgeous, creations.

The factory of snow can always produce,
But we never pay its price.
Too busy caught in other things,
Not the joys of life

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