Nature Tossing Beauty

I remember winter.  Those  bleak-lit days.
Day after day; day in day out; crawling along their tedious way.  
Snow flakes as big as pillows, ice like cedar.
Green needles and melting water slipping through the spaces.
Oh yes, and icey stars so clear you want to count them.

Have you ever seen too much beauty?
To many shimmers tugging, clutching on your soul?
Uncut streams of life swirling and spinning?
a tiny newborn mite nibbling on a newborn leaf?

I found a four-leaf clover pressed and living 
in a book  for almost 40 years.