• Fresh Snow

    When fresh crystals fall,
    I can smell the snow
    Drifting, fragrant, snow-flowers
    frolic, dancing through life
    on the stage high above.

    Far below,
    I smell the snow,
    Drifting down like...
    (and anticipation has its hands on me now,
    the best things happen in the snow)
    ...cherry petals
    Wandering, yet purposefully,
    definitely down.