Snowfall Poem by Micronjan (Micron)

Snow drifts down in quiet lace,
Touching earth with feathered grace.
Each small flake a fragile art,
A tiny, perfect, fleeting heart.

No two alike as they descend,
Spun in skies where cold winds bend.
Crystals formed in silent air,
Drawn with care beyond compare.

They gather soft on branch and stone,
A thousand shapes, yet not one known.
A stitched white quilt, a shining seam,
The world remade in winter's dream.

For just a while, all noise is gone,
As snowflakes fall, then melt at dawn.
Their beauty brief, yet deeply true—
A quiet gift the sky once knew.