the reason it snowed yesterday

somewhere
secretly
a part of me
aches for that moment
when the earth goes silent
and the crisp clean smell
of flakes
 f
  l
   o
    a
   t
  i
 n
   g
down
all around you
fills the air.

night falls,
white falls,
if you don't take care
it will land in your boots or down your back.
if you don't take care
it will land and you won't treasure it.

winter, bitter and alone,
can't help but wrap its beauty in the cold.