Dancing Lace

A cloud burst of quiet elegance.

Thousands of dancing lace fragments,

drifting down from a steel gray sky,

wafting through the cold to balance upon my eyelashes.

Water freezes upon my cheeks -

these snowflakes disguise a deeper sorrow.

But as the freezing fluff covers a sleepy land,

thousands of tiny dancers whirling in the air

there are few beauties greater than this:

this snow is for you -

and all those who grieve in your wake.