Snowfall

He had seen a lot of it In his lifetime growing up here Gently falling snow All about the roads and fields Each and every year it comes Gentle and unexpected Just like tears of ice Somehow misdirected He often wondered How each year it looks so new White and frozen, crystalline A winter’s rendezvous Looking out he wondered, how many More years he’d live to see The snow, like feathers falling With pleasant urgency Many stories ran through his mind As he watched the winter’s rain Of car rides, and family trips of life lived through a windowpane Memories of his so very special now and long ago Captured in the falling Of precious, newborn snow