Tiny flakes flit
hesitantly
to the hoary
earth,
fearful of
its cold
reaction.

Would it accept
its presence?

Was the time
right?

The earth,
graying at the
roots,
looks to the
heavens,
sighs
heavily.

“I’ve had a
long day,
I need the rest.
Come,
snow,
cover me
gently,
so I may
now
sleep.”