White Virgins

It began with a single flake of snow That fell upon my brow so gently down. Almost imperceptible, ever so Subtle and never making any sound. I love these silent tiny crystalline Flakes that now are falling numerously In front of grateful eyes at wintertime. I extend my open hand graciously And welcome these white virgins from heaven That have clung to me so effortlessly. Their prodigious numbers against my skin Benumb my hand homogeneously. I stand alone in winters fading fling Holding these virgins while thinking of Spring.