Meandering snowflakes sail to the ground,
Spreading around with nary a sound.
On hilltops and meadows
A white carpet grows,
Swirling about when the wind blows.
Collecting on ice that covers the lake,
Pristine softness flake by flake,
No two alike, they fall on the shore,
On dry reeds and weeds of autumn and more;
Snow covers bare limbs and forest floor.
Written Monday, 27 December 2004