It is always thus
As the first flakes tumble
Strewn from the palms of angels
An endless repetition of a miracle
An aide-mémoire of you
I pause on the sidewalk
My eyes gaze heavenward
A trillion silent crystals dance
Reign down upon my head
Snowflakes whisper whirl
Frenzied, blowy, frozen tears
Of fancies and flight, sting
My lashes lower
A fall from grace, a blizzard of one
Now smudged memory
Garlands of bunting
Since wrapped round my heart
A broken paper chain of love
It is always thus
As the first flakes tumble
Strewn from the palms of angels
An endless repetition of a miracle
An aide- memoire of you
