Silent like padded feet walking on moss.
It falls on trees, roofs, streets, cars and me alike.
Light like a feather, soft as candy floss.
The steady drop from such a great height.
Fast and staid in presence and form.
Pulling me in a state of frenzied delight.
Streaks on the window panes, beads on blades.
Running on the tarmac, oh what a sight.
Feet squelching on the grass, wet and green.
Leaves, flowers, shrubs and trees sway as sprites.
Muted conversations, steaming mugs of coffee.
Winter rain and Your love lift my heart to flight. 

  14.12.2009