The snow, falling from the heavens as gracefully as butterflies in the spring,
dusts the trees, the grass, the bushes
the snowflakes are like flower petals, delicate yet beautiful
each unique in their own special way, not one alike
swirling down, landing on my nose, eyelashes, lips
I twirl in the powdered sugar, the world disappearing around me
I pick up a handful of perfect, glistening white snow, and pack it into a ball
I take a bite, and the cold feels tingly on my toungue
winter is finally here.