In the winter beyond the window frost, at last
the snowflakes begin to fall.
I put my ear to the glass, but there is nothing
It was as if the whole world was under a spell,
as I smell the sharp freshness of the outside
I watched for hours as no two snowflakes were
At a glance they appear to dance, as each
flakes gently falls on the ground below.
In the cold of the outside world are wonders to
behold. And a memorable Moment being made,
as I write.