Freshly laden upon the trees,
a coat of sugar on all I see.
Put on your hats, wrap your scarf around your neck,
It’s falling from the sky, in little specks.
Crystal stars falling from the sky,
no two are alike, but how come why?
Blanketing everything in a quilt of cold,
on to your mittens, you better hold.
Children catching them on their tongues,
but for warmth, there’s still hot cocoa and hugs.
Sparkling in the sun, like diamonds on the ground,
and when it is stepped on, it makes a crunching sound.
Falling from the clouds, how it does this, I don’t know.
But for now, I look up at the sky, to the miracle that called snow.