beautiful (dancing)

it comes as
an unexpected
touch

a brush stroke
from something
so very soft
and light

yet
with a sense
of weight
suspended

a fizz
sensation . . .

crinkling
as it disappears

rendered unstable
by the too-warm heat
of my skin

settling
with a soft sound
on my shoulder

I have had
to step
outside
to attend some task
or other

and have been
caught
in a flurry-whirl
of flakes
blown thither
by the wind

and
I have to stop

momentarily
entranced

despite the stiff
cold
creeping over
my exposed face

and the too-thin
trouser legs
of my pants
clinging now
in their attempt to permeate
my body

for the snowflakes
are dancing

for me

and in the moment
I can think of
nothing else

can do
nothing else

only watch

they are
beautiful

~