Snowflakes

I swear I've seen
the same piece of snow
traveling past
my frosty window.
I think in my mind,
perhaps it blows
around and around
never touching the ground.
But I mind not a bit
as I watch where I sit
With snow flying by
my fascinated eyes.
The pure white snow
against wintry grey skies
from high up above
down the snow flies.
If only time would stop.
Let me gaze a bit more,
but work must be done,
life goes on as before.

Snowflakes by Kaitlin Tormey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.