Fairy Dust Snow

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.

The snow
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
others dallied
circling around
and up and down

as if in a dance

now confident of its purpose and place.