17 December 2011 Comments Off on ***
I stepped out into the air so
sharp it almost hurt
to breathe, looked down the street
to where the lamp shines a spotlight
in the road, and saw the smallest
snowflakes swirling in the glow.
It was then I realized
that crackling I heard
was not some remnant of ambient noise
but the sound of snow
falling on frozen grass.
Soon the snow will blanket the ground,
and icy snowflakes
will glitter in the moonlight.