Winter's Ills

Winter's Ills

Twilight's first snowflake falls
fate-laden yet light
     as a virus
Its crystals stitch
jig-saw patterns
     sing unknown strains
Flurries build
from cloud to ground
     as if exhaled unmasked
Flakes dust obsidian sky
like diamonds
     studding night's crown
Will spring's sunrise mutter
hungry to cure
     winter's ills?