It was snowing while I walked home from school today. As I walked, smiling at the beautiful world around me it seemed that little bits of poetry were falling from the sky, rather than crystallized water molecules. I managed to catch a few of those bits and pieces, take them home with me, and write them down before they melted away into nothingness.

Down
Swirling, twirling, gliding, falling
Gently coming down
Powdered sugar dusting Earth
Ever coming down
Touching fingers, ears and nose
Covering hair and boots and coats
Each small flake the Lord God knows
Swirling, twirling down!