Snowfall

On the night of the snowfall

Moths and fireflies

Dissolve into dawn

The sky is blue

With pink streaks

They glow in the sluggish sky

Little beacons of hope

And light

The clouds are like smoke

She squeals 

We can hide in them 

Until morning

And the return of the sun 

Blades alight

Hearts refusing to fail

In the dark

We watch on

The silver blanket

Hugging the earth

I remember the last snow

Boots leaving trails in the powder

Thoughts weighed down 

Like blankets

Wrapped tight about our shoulders

It feels like a fairy tale

Soft and sweet

But with a biting end

It feels as if we have walked 

Through a thousand winters

There is peace in stopping

Letting the cool flakes

Brush our cheeks

Coat our hair

Like sugar

If we shake

Little flurries

Fall to the ground

I think perhaps 

We are very glad

To be in the night

Of the snowfall.