They keep falling, falling right in front of me
All around me like a swirling blanket
I glance up to see swooping, flying, and dancing
They fall and land and take a rest at last
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Each in its own unique pattern
Bright white, reflecting the light
Falling from hundreds of feet above
They fall and come to rest, releasing the swirling dance
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I cannot see then individually, they cling and fly apart
But they act in concert, soon they will be the blankets and piles
Blankets of bright heavenly postcards
Blinding me when I look up, blinding me with brightness and ice, they fall and rest
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They come to rest and yes, some are plowed into piles,
Others formed into snowmen and snowballs
Or forts, or trails for skis, or icicles
Dripping down, down down toward the ground
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Come Spring and Summer, I will drink them
They will become me
Part of my cellular makeup, the water on which I will run
In that way, I am also falling whiteness, a blanket right now
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I am falling, and bright white, and piling up
I am snowballs, and trails, and piles of snow
I am melting and becoming one into the earth,
I am seeping into the water supply moment by moment
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And you, you are also white and frozen now
Falling, piling, forming, melting
Coming back to earth
Coming back to the Htwo and the O
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White postcards from heaven
Falling silently, I cannot hear them land
But I know soon, soon, soon
We will be one.