Lace

Softly calling through the air, born in wonder and delight
Each small flake has its own pattern an identifier, unique
The sounds muffle with increase, beauty in coming down
Causing the world to slow and breath taking in their
Fragile wonder slowly drifting, flying to the earth
Handmade beauties of peace, reflecting the season
The depth of their fall, the flight of fancy swirls
A faith filled plunge to earth, to melt and die
Bringing a drink in spring much needed, yet now
Is the time for the silken mantle to cover and hide
The green lushness for a later time signaling
To us that even in the grip of death there is life