Albedo effect in full force after appreciable snowfall

After descent of eventide

luminescence of freshly fallen snow

still illuminates the terrestrial firma bright

even upon the onset of dusk,

when dark shadows

betoken the edge of night

analogously herald outer limits

invoking intimations of the twilight zone,

which visibility amplified

with appearance of full moon

accentuating brilliant blinding white

across the bucolic expanse.

No matter familiarization

with precipitation falling to Earth

as ice crystallization,

nevertheless a child like mirth

bubbles up inside of me,

the shear beauty worth

more than words can spell.

These transitional bifocals I wear

become naturally tinted

(upon exposure to radiance)

courtesy law of reflection

which states that, on reflection

from a smooth surface,

the angle of the reflected ray

equals the angle of the incident ray

essentially darkening material

comprising lenses for glasses,

which constituent chemicals for lenses

come in four types of plastic:

polyethylene, Trivex, polycarbonate,

high-index polymers, and glass.

After looking away

from brilliantly shimmering raiment

displaying full regalia donned

courtesy the nearest solar body,

one might see dark spots or patches

within field of vision,

which ocular entities called afterimages.

Afterimages happen because

the cells in your eyes that help you see,

called photoreceptor cells,

get tired from the bright light.

There are two types of these cells: cones and rods.

Though myopic, I still marvel

and feel blessed at ability

to experience capability,

no matter nearsightedness

insync with color vision deficiency (CVD)

diminishes fullest breadth and scope

to see with perfect

(meaning 20/20) vision

ever since a wee lad

way back in second grade

nearsightedness became quite evident

and difficult to ignore

forsooth in while deep in the womb

visionary genesis made

with slight inability

unable to distinguish

one or more chromatic colors

also in the chromosomal store

and so-called “floaters”

like my own private kaleidoscope

played tag across field of view

in the process concentration wore

out ability to attune other senses

to lend even a shade

now as an older fellow,

who dons bifocals with pride

eligible by optometrist/ophthalmologist

to undergo laser surgery

to shine on (me) lens

and render spectacles superfluous

as necessary guide

once anonymous philanthropist pens

adequate check for costly procedure,

whereby ocular weakness to hide,

whence ability to see keen as a hawk

with zoom empowered by tens

meanwhile this wayward fellow

will pilgrimage to the oracle of Delphi

hoping the priestess can deliver

like some divine

miracle worker for near blind

and if prayer

(to be free of glasses answered)

will become prophet well nigh

and wordsmith will no longer

make spectacle of himself,

additionally no longer at the mercy

per groping in the dark

for misplaced eyewear to find

able to discern celestial objects

far away in the sky

which cosmic phenomena

t’will hypnotize this inquisitive mind.