I This just came into my mind after receiving a call from Michigan and their cold interlude.
Featherlight falling onto fertile fields
Snowflakes sink slowly from the sky
Some settle softly on the sunlit scenery
Delighting the dreaming drifter’s eye.
Others often only oddly oscillate
Blown briskly by a blustery breeze
To float onto frozen field and forest
Covering all in a cold chemise.