When we were small
we watched them fall 

Snowflakes, spiralling to earth,
In the freezing, winter night
Swirls and eddies  rushing round
A street lamp bright
Into the arms of the hardened ground.

Dusting the misty windowpanes
Leaving elegant, lacy manes
Where our eager breath
touched tenderly.

When we awoke the following day
A huge unbroken mantle lay
Before us, trees clad finely
For the year's end
Drifts, planted with such precision
Making garden paths and fences blend
Into one continous carpet.

We wrapped up well
And, with joyous yells,
Stuffed hands in gloves
To hurtle loudly out to play