Pillowy powder <br /> Falls from the sky, <br />I gaze in wonder, <br /> As the white flakes fly. <br />Dancing and swirling, <br /> Through the air, <br />Like an aerial ballerina, <br />Without a care. <br /> <br />It lands on the leaves, <br /> On the trees and the grass, <br />It is silently pretty, <br /> But I know it won’t last. <br />But just for the moment, <br /> I am taken away, <br />By the still quiet beauty, <br /> That is here for the day. <br /> <br />12/25/04<br /><br />Gary Bryson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snow-dance/
