Far above, high in the sky
A single speck slowly, softly
Drifts and drops till it settles
Finally resting ‘gainst the ground.
Eventually it will melt,
But for now it lingers, waiting.
Soon another will fall nearby
Matching its color, not design.
They’re never exactly the same
With some complex and some just not,
Some big, some small, yet they are
Always similarly different.
The Cold comes near lacing its frost,
While the world once on fire turns white.
The bears all start to take long naps,
As people hunker down inside.
The new white carpet muffles sound
Time can seem frozen in this brisk-
New setting of ice and snowflakes
Winter lingers, it comes to stay.