So Finally It Snows

So, finally it snows. The amber glow of Distant streetlights Illuminating the sky Like the embers of a frozen fire. The softening sound of silence As each weightless crystal Swirls it's own part In the perfect dance. What seems like chaos Reflects the majesty Of an Autumn murmuration in flight, Ever moving, darting, hustling But of one collective intellection. Tomorrow will be a day for wellies, Two coats, hats, scarves, Gloves with fingers that end at the knuckles Leaving tips to turn red as noses And itch as they are later warmed before the coals. But tonight I do not mind the cold As I stand and turn my face Heavenward, Listening to the muffled stillness of the night And smile to myself as I softly say; "So, finally, it snows."