Flakes Of Snow

It’s so cold beneath my fingertips, yet so soft and fluffy,
The white flakes swirl around my body with the wind,
They land on my face and lips, slowing melting with the sudden rush of heat,
It’s snowing.

I walk through the streets.
Everything covered with a blanket of snow, footsteps seen everywhere,
Tracks of where people are going and coming from,
Their tale of life from today.

But now the flakes journey to the ground is slowing,
The snow still silently falling, but it’s starting to fade, slow down, stop.
It’s stopped snowing.
And all that’s left is the snow surrounding us.

I start walking, leaving a trail with my footsteps in the white softness,
Hearing the crunch sound of my feet hitting the snow,
It makes me feel calm.
It’s winter, and it’s been snowing.
Every single day.