Whispers of flakes brush my cheek.
The vast swirls whooshing around.
The glowing street light hushed
By the flakes drifting to the ground.
Powdered shoes, powdered hair.
The snow silently lands.
The cold wisps melt
As they are caught in my hands.
The stars push through the dark,
I gaze up through the maze.
The swiftly, falling flakes
Only slightly hinder my gaze.
I see my cloudy breaths
As the cold air caresses my skin.
The hushed drift of snow
Soothes and calms me within.