Look upward as winter falls,
drifting delicately from atop,
watch the crystals tumble and play,
slowly mind them drop.
With each flutter of wind,
tiny crystals change their guise,
harmonizing with the wind,
they thumble from the skies.
So delicate they move and dance,
they daintily float around,
holding all attention while
descending to the ground.
Merging with the earth,
a blanket soft and pure,
binding to the branches,s
uch an eyeful to endure.
Look upward as winter falls,
drifting delicately into sight,
the smallest things hold beauty,
great wonders and delight.
