Snow dust

In the whisper of the winter air,Comes a dance, light and fair,Dust of snow, from skies above,Each flake a touch of frozen love.Gentle drifts on branches lay,In a delicate, fleeting array,Nature’s grace, soft and fine,In each speck, a tiny sign.A world awash in hues of white,Under the moon’s gentle light,Each crystal glows, a star’s descent,In…