Where It's Snowing...

I want to go where it's snowing, to catch flakes upon my clothes;
To walk on a blanket that has been freshly laid upon the frozen Earth.

I want to watch the blackness of the streets fade under white
Layers at twilight shedding and forgetting the drabness of its
Asphalt covered coat.

I want to catch the frigid flakes upon my tongue
As my nose is stung by chilly winter winds.

I want to go where it's snowing and listen to the silence
As Earth's wintry bed is made,
In hushed hues of opaque frozen flakes
Quieting all that exists under its blanket.