Snow

I walk down the street.
I see my breath lingering.
My hands firmly in my pockets.

I froze as I witnessed the
start of white, soft flakes fall;
gliding towards the hard earth.

It was like a blanket falling from the sky to cover the ground.
The ground was no longer lonely,
and no longer had to wait for my steps to greet it.

Millions of fluffy, cold friends-- minus one,
for I could not help but to catch one on my tongue.
It melted into the warmness.

All is well.