I love the way you whisper across the sky
and just as gently touch the skin of the road
in swirls as graceful as ballerinas,
dancing away from the tires that try to pound you.

I love the way you quietly decorate the trees
more picture-perfectly than a white wedding cake,
more idyllic than the solitude of dreamland,
frosting my eyes with your sparkling glory.

I love the way you arrive without arrogance,
sliding in from your silvery satin clouds,
snatching the cold from our hearts and
trapping its truth within each flake.

I love how you slip into conversations
sometimes filled with excitement and joy,
sometimes filled with a terror or fright
that people recall for years to come.

I love how you selflessly offer yourself to the world,
how, catlike, you sneak in and make this time,
this place, a different shade of happiness,
bringing us all a beauty that we could never create.