Silver Magic
On my window it rests as if it got too tired,
Tired of flying, tired of gliding.
It shines without any sun in the sky
As if it has a light inside.
It is so delicate that I see its great beauty disappear.
Poof . . . It is gone and will never exist again.
In its place I see something even more beautiful.
I run outside and try to touch it.
I was not fast enough, and it is gone, too.
But here and there and everywhere I look,
It rains like silver is falling from the sky.
I see it closer to my eye than ever before —
One snowflake now on my lashes,
Magical and perfect for one moment . . .
I blink.
It’s gone forever.
