When earth Finds her body dead & frozen,
Heaven drops her snowflakes.
Silent symphony of air.
Destination open ended,
Weightlessly embrace what's below.
"I wonder that the snow,
Must love the trees and fields"
To give them so soft a kiss & gentle a touch.
It blankets them, it tucks them in to say;

Goodnight my mysteries
You are the soul of the moment,
And in the next you are absent.
But the cycle of life will again find
Its axis tilted toward your beauty,
To make you glow and dance.
Marveling at it's own miracles,
It will call you summer.
And you will then again live,
And then again die.
Oh pearl, in the strand of time.