Pillowy powder
Falls from the sky, 
I gaze in wonder, 
As the white flakes fly.
Dancing and swirling, 
Through the air, 
Like an aerial ballerina, 
Without a care.

It lands on the leaves, 
On the trees and the grass, 
It is silently pretty, 
But I know it won’t last.
But just for the moment, 
I am taken away, 
By the still quiet beauty, 
That is here for the day.