They flurry through the air like a million little gems
Wee, white molded designs like flowers without stems . . .
Falling from a drab sky to a grey, cold earth below
They fill the air like cobwebs of iridescent glow!
Who knows where they come from or how their designs are formed
As they hurry to earth, blown by blizzard and storm . . .
Who sees how they all merge as one, in piles so deep
As they drift down silently while all earth seems asleep!