the thirll and the chill is enough

there is something perhaps eerily strange about snow

when it's falling all seems deathly silentnot a sound in the world is to be heardand so your ears yearn to hear what isn't therebut what isn't heard is make up for in what is seenthe glistening celestial specks drifting earthbound bitterly gracing my skin with there tiny kisses

only to melt away into the forgotten
the life of a snowflake is short
one snowflake doesn't get much glory
one snowflake isn't significant
but what a life one snowflake must live
skydiving to our world
and that thrill that chill is enough