Specks of crystallized water float down from the somber sky,
touching the nameless buildings in multicolored lands.
Innocent eyes watch with a fragile awe
this blinding sheet of heavenly white sands.
A moist tongue hesitantly reaches out
to feel the melting sweetness of new born snow.
The feathery flakes brush pure eyelashes,
only to vanish in the human's warm glow.
Frozen lips laugh with a child's delight,
as heaven sends down its delicate toy.
The patterns upon the icy snowdrops
build the inner walls of childhood joy.
Fragile flakes collect upon human gloves,
their beauty lasting for just a breath.
But the wonder they give to this cold world
surpasses the sorrow of winter's death.
Copyright © Angie Sharp