Magic dust
Falling
Like sprinkles on soft serve ice cream
Cold to the touch
Falling
Covering the ground in an embrace
it sparkles under the sun
Still Falling
Cold crystals
Like frozen tears
on a white, white face
Swirling down
in a misty spiral
Small silent secrets
Always falling
Until it ends
Leaving behind
cold white feathers
And the sun shines brighter
Heating up
Until the little gifts are gone
And all you have left
Are memories
of that cold day