In the hush of the night they fall,
Silent messengers from a realm of cold,
Each one unique, a delicate call,
Their stories in whispers told.

Beneath the moon’s gentle glow,
They dance upon the wind’s soft sigh,
Blanketing the earth below,
A serene lullaby from the sky.

Patterns intricate, designs so fine,
Nature’s art in each tiny flake,
A fleeting beauty in a timeless line,
Ephemeral dreams that gently break.

As morning light begins to shine,
They shimmer like diamonds in the dawn,
A fleeting wonder, pure and divine,
Soon to melt and then be gone.