Out of the bosom of the Air, <br />Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, <br />Over the woodlands brown and bare <br />Over the harvest-fields forsaken, <br />Silent and soft and slow <br />Descends the snow.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snowflakes/
