The specks of snow floated through the air like fairy dust,
its intention vague
It seemed unwilling to land
as if it were still deciding
if this was the right place, the right season
Then the wind came.
caught up in its certainly,
hurried by horizontal to the ground
Yet still refusing to fall.
When the wind left
the snow stayed
Some flakes leisurely sailed to the earth
and up and down
as if in a dance
now confident of its purpose and place.
2 thoughts on “Fairy Dust Snow”
Lovely poem, Maria.
THank you Linda.