Snow

pure snowflakes

pure snowflakes
all perfect in form
drift down from the sky
to cover the imperfect

pure snowflakes

pure snowflakes
all perfect in form
each one so perfect in form
they come down together,

but each separately you see
each one different
all floating free
drift down from the sky
the many become one
yet each one alone
alone in its fun
till they land gently
each one in turn
to land on the place
where we get as we earn
to cover the imperfect
or to veil over the good
each without judgement
in dale, vale or wood
till all difference is gone
and all are cloaked in new brightness
despite covering all cold