Literature
Snow
You are small and you are fine
You are nothing less than something divine
Falling in your patterns though,
You clump together–for you are snow
Shaping, dancing, falling down,
Almost like a little cloud,
As you drift around and close me in,
As silent now as I’ve ever been
Blanket the rocks, the hills, the trees
Noses grow cold and so do knees
The crystal beauty, the soft embrace
Close my eyes and turn up my face
Though you are small and oh so fine,
You still don’t fall short of the word divine,
Your patterns make for lovely scenes,
This kind of beauty should live only in dreams