Snow filters down

Softly landing

Falling into the crowd

Each flake different

Equally beautiful

And alone…

The masses silent

World muted

Each flake landing on closed lashes

Eyes shut

Listening

For that still small voice

That's always there

In the back of my mind

Begging me to be still

As eyes flutter open

Observing snow filtering down

Softly landing

Falling into the crowd

Beautiful and Alone.

"Beautiful and Alone" 12/31/05