Soft bit of wonder coming down.
I stop and catch one on the tongue.
Or sit and let it pile up on you.
Watching the intricate beauty melt.
Delight as you listen to it falling.
The silence, the hush of life.
Wait a day, be stuck, enjoy the stillness.
Watch the snow fall, listen to it come.
Life is not such hurry, but wonder.
In small patterned flakes of delight.
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