Snowflakes emerging from darkest skies
Their slow descending dance enchanting
Their pure, white unconditional grace
Gifted to wide upward looking eyes
Tickling my lashes and fingertips
I capsuled their beauty in time you see
Something inside just felt so very right
I imagined them to be little souls
Twirling through the night to check on us
To look after our sorrows
To enchant us with their beauty
If just for a second.
I like that thought!
Simone van Hove Emery