Look, It’s Snowing!

by: Shirley Satterfield

Look, It’s Snowing!

Sparkling, spanking feathers
Falling from the sky.
Dervish dancing, dancing down
From fragile wings on high.
Each one a little different,
Each one is quite unique.
Darkly deeply spreading quite,
I dare not try to speak.
Quiet, silence everywhere,
No, I dare not try to speak.
Quiet stillness stems my tongue,
Whites out my busy plans,
As I bow to snow’s command.