I let you go, my frosty little ones,
Drifting towards the cold ground, a graceful fall.
Your delicate beauty, for all it stuns,
Six arms unique, for none the same in all.
Frozen flowers, wisps in the winter breeze.
Proud of you, I am your Mother Snow Cloud.
The ground calling, for you it is to freeze,
As falling, you are feathers, never loud.
You cover the ground like a cozy quilt,
Protecting the Earth from the harshest wind.
As you gather, salt on the ground is spilt.
Some see you a foe, others as a friend.
Winter breezes allow you a free roam.
You shall roam long miles, then be welcomed home.