Snowflakes

Tonight

I stood outside and let

the snowflakes

fall

on

me.

Tiny pinpricks of cold,

searching for skin

to tickle,

to dance on with their tiny feet.

So small - dissolved,

unmade by a breath

before they can chill the tongue.

I breathed deeply,

the smell of the snow

reminding of

many

winters

past. 

It smells cold and smokey

and ancient. 

It smells of silence and stillness.

It smells of the stars,

now hidden by snow-filled clouds,

but still twinkling

in the frozen expanse of space.