Somewhere, it is snowing... fluffy, white like the down from some giant pillow,
like huge white fans that have fallen from the hands of a celestial dweller,
like the purest soapflakes, dropping endlessly, softly inching their way down to meet the once barren earth that now mounds with their presence.

In the distance crows call raucously, announcing their hunt for whatever can be found to meet their growing needs,
one family in their constant hope and vigilance,
always searching for the grain of sustenance to carry them another
heartbeat along life's journey.

The snow continues, now heavier, not heeding the calls of the crows,
not finding an end to its time...
always gliding,
whirling gently,
as it answers to its name....
Snow