Snowfall

Written by: Ryan Sheeler

He had seen a lot of it 
In his lifetime growing up here

Gently falling snow 
All about the roads and fields 

Each and every year it comes 
Gentle and unexpected 

Just like tears of ice 
Somehow misdirected 

He often wondered 
How each year it looks so new 

White and frozen, crystalline 
A winter’s rendezvous 

Looking out he wondered, how many 
More years he’d live to see 

The snow, like feathers falling 
With pleasant urgency 

Many stories ran through his mind 
As he watched the winter’s rain 

Of car rides, and family trips 
of life lived through a windowpane 

Memories of his so very special 
now and long ago 

Captured in the falling 
Of precious, newborn snow