Flakes of snow drift in the breeze
And falling so are caught with ease
By little hands that love to play
A game of catch and melt away.
But most fall light upon the ground
Where footsteps shallow wander round
As little feet do love to tread
On virgin snow in boots of red.
Charles Wiles
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flakes-of-snow/
