Gentle dusting across the earth,
singular stars are getting their birth.
Each unique with every flake,
instellar galaxies all at stake.

Falling from the heavens,
This is the day the angels come out to play.
A fresh new start, pure and clean
it can be so freeing.
Silence, peace, and beauty galore
so much new old area to explore.
Crystals of fragile flakes surpass, our minds and endeavors all at last.
Until we find we are alone with the universe
finding ourselves, with every verse.
Cold running through our veins,
complexing our hearts, leaving us full of stains from the endless mutiny of our wondering brains.