The flakes differ in configuration;
None are the same.
It is God’s creation
And has many names.

It flows in the air with a minuscule sound
Like frosty liquid till it touches the ground.
Mother Nature can be warm
When it comes to a snowstorm.

Winter’s beauty will unfold,
Clinging onto wherever it lands.
Let the cold be known to any man;
There’s a good reason for this season.

The corner of Christmastime,
Omega and Alpha of the calendar.
Then the wait for spring warmth
From the aftermath of a snowstorm.