The fields lay white beneath the sky. <br />I saw a flower in the snow <br />Upon the hilltop, calm and high <br />A maiden framed by evening’s glow. <br /> <br />The world around was pale and white, <br />The sky above me dark and vast. <br />Perfection, in the fading light <br />Did linger there, and then was past.<br /><br />Thomas Donnelly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfection-60/
