I felt it
settle
on my palm, like lightly dusted sugar
sprinkling down from
God. Suspended in swirling air,
casting forth a shivering, eerie
white, it glowed, glowed
like a tiny flame of
Winter, a shattered piece of
Heaven that burned
my frozen breath
away, enchanted–
still.
But roused by wind,
I breathed again–
I felt the sharpness
soften.
And to that end,
I gave a little
puff,
which was enough
to bear it, fluttering, back into air.
Waving goodbye, I gazed
dreamily at what was mine,
forgetting the cold, not pining–
not minding, just breathing peacefully and smiling as it
carelessly twirled, dancing in the
gentle
wintry
breeze.