Peace in Flight

On this frigid morning,

I don’t even have to try,

To find the face of Buddha

Scrawled across the ice blue sky.

Lidded eyes in quiet contentment,

A ghostly Mona Lisa smile,

Lingers there in frozen heaven,

Visible, for many a mile.

An offered peaceful benediction

To morning travelers on the fly,

Writ on the vault, without intent,

By other travelers flying by.