Snow crystals fall on
And grace her thick
Deep-Brown 4b curls,
On her long eyelashes,
Melt on her brown cheeks
And her bitable lush lips,
Thicker and heavier they fall
On her puffy jacket
On her cold hand in my hand
On her boots and small bookbag.
They adorn her like
Tiny stars in the night.
And I photograph the moment
In this poem
To last til the end of time.