Snowflakes















Tiny dancers clad in white lace







Cartwheeling down from steely clouds





And stormy skies













Finally landing with a sigh










On the frozen ground











To watch fellow snowflakes make the same journey

And create an icy, shimmering blanket






Of white

















To watch them conceal Autumn's fallen leaves,





And cover weathered, gray branches,







And soften wandering roads









Making the world look











At least for a while












Fresh, and new, and pure