Flakes are floating in the air
Bright light in the darkest hour
The whole world’s asleep tonight
Unaware of the beautiful view
Snow falls white onto the ground
Covering us in coats of white
Crystals floating in the air
Pureness breaking by the dawn
An ephemeral phenomenon
Destination seen but journey lost
Stay inside to flee the cold
Exit but with meaning gone
Untainted by the dirt
For a fleeting moment
Appreciated for a while
Till innocence is lost
Falling snow under the crescent moon
From clouds to air to human ground
An epiphany achieved in the ice
Falls away as the flowers bloom.
The Swerve 