il neige

Snowflakes flower and grow,
       linger like kisses on lips and eyes,
              They are silent, bright shadows,
falling soft and slow.

                   Winter draws breath, waits,
lets snowflakes dance and fly.
     They are children, as we were
                            once, long ago.

Ice holds the air in crystal,
          braves the winter breath.
                     Morning lingers, like winter,
Wrapped in silent snow.
                   NsB 11-02-03 "il neige"