On a winter's night
the air is crisp
and big, soft flakes
fall fast.

The brisk wind
pushes icy kisses
on your face
and obscures
the brilliant silver disk
of the moon.

Beneath your feet,
the snow creaks
and squeaks
and swishes
as you walk.

Everywhere lie
deep, soft drifts
of opalescent glitter
that sparkles
in the light
of the streetlamps.

And on the icy paths,
fine snow drifts
like mist
and hisses,
soft and low.