Tiny flakes gently float…barely moving…one by one falling from the sky.
The moon a round orb, glistening with light…a soft glow radiating from the edges.
As its light hits earth’s white covered canvas, sparks erupt causing
teeny tiny fireworks to burst.
The flakes continue to dance, gathering speed as they
swirl together in harmony with the wind.
An endless spattering of white against a sky painted black.
Finally the city sleeps, tucked in by Old Man Winter’s quilted comforter of stillness.
Peace once again reigns.