She holds
in her palms,
gently nestled,
cold against her skin,
millions of winter’s greatest gift.
Delicate as glass,
powerful as God.
She opens her cupped hands
and watches them dance.
Tumbling and spiraling
over one another,
whirling and twirling
in her breath
flowing with its course.
Each solitary gem
unique from the next.
Falling
and falling
faster
and faster.
Landing
gently.
Safe,
Serene.

She smiles
brightly,
her cheeks
glowing,
illuminating
every living thing.
Reflecting through
every clear frozen spec
that lays a white blanket
over the never-ending landscape.
Her job is done for now.
She adores it dearly
because she is responsible
for all of nature’s greatest wonders.