SNOWFLAKES

Tumbling, flittering, dancing downwards
Each and every one is unique in pattern, shape and size
Little ones dawdle delicately, coming to rest gently on buds, tightly closed and waiting for spring, while furious flurries flutter in a frenzy of twirls, swirls, loops and whirls
Silently thudding onto rumpled, bumpy patches
Building a little landscape of their own.
Branches crystallise, leaves laden with soft piles hang steadily
The dark silhouettes of the trees against the purest sky are outlined distinctly, each knotted twig and limb hidden under an alabaster trail
Such elegance is made from the powerful contrast.
A fine, powdery mist seems to waver in the air, a cloudy halo around subnivean plants and thickets
Perhaps, a mysterious magic between this world and another…
Blissfully unaware, each snowflake continues to fall, drifting along its journey towards the ground,
Never to be seen again.

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