Feather Light Flakes
Feather light flakes drift down from the sky,
Dusting the flowers that only just died,
Soaking through leaves that only just dried.
You wake up to silence
That only happens when it snows,
Unlike the birds chirping, when everything grows.
To the earth it’s a blanket, heavy and white,
To the kids it’s a game, a cold snowball fight,
To others like me, it’s a chance to see peace
My mind soars to great heights, and I sit down to write.