On crisp snow I walk

And stop

To listen

To the snowflakes fall.

Silence.

I love to catch them on my tongue.

So light.

So delicate.

So beautiful.

I want to see each one,

Gaze into all of its 

Intricacies.

My heart

In awe of every great design.

They remind me of us,

Our souls.

Each made of the same stuff and so

Utterly precious.

And we always fall into one another.

We should embrace the fall.