The Wheaton winter as seen from my apartment window last week.
Countless are the snowy flakes
That shower the earth tonight
Whirling and swirling down
Caught by the slightest breathe
Falling, drifting, landing
On dirt and pavement
Draping the dead in crystal robes
And glittering under starlight.
And still they fall
Revealing the world
As through a veil
Until the weight of it bears down
On boughs of drooping evergreens
Bending, dropping, crumbling
Into fine powder
Softly touching the frozen ground.