Snow falls, less hesitant now
Racing to the ground,
The frowning, yawning, grumbling ground

It coats all in white, a Queen’s white
Nature’s courtly splendor. Majesty

Peaceful, the trees make no sound
From behind cold cold glass I watch

A lovely dance, a splendid rush
Building up, then bunching together

At an angle, bent slantways by the wind
Whirling whirling, feathery flakes

A crystalline snow-globe,
With patches of color here and everywhere

Poe’s Raven above the street
A witness to the whiteness

He disappears; a black cloaked human counterpart passes below
Cold, a white brick road

A silent brick road.
None dare disturb it

Oh! to be free,
Free as a snowflake

No bounds, no destinations, carefree and listless
Hovering ‘bove heav’n and ‘low the Curtain

Can it be – a snowflake can travel down and back?
Will it survive the journey?

Now it stops, outside the window
A subdued storm.

All is quiet
And the frost reigns