Snow has started falling.
You call me to the window.
We join hands,
and we are kids again,
entranced by the gentleness
of this, the season's first snowfall.

To us, it is magic,
this slow dropping of the white sky,
piecemeal, silent, purifying.

We don't need words to rejoice.
One heart watching the world
slowly, softly wrapping itself in stillness.

 Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.