It looked like sugar—
Huge, flaky hunks of sugar
Falling from the sky.
Crystal, glittering in the moonlight.
It sounded like silence—
Except when it packed underfoot,
When you could hear the crrunch, crunch
With every step.
It smelled like serenity—
Like crisp winter air and the thought
That you had found something
That you had once lost.
It tasted like joy—
Like your childhood, and you could remember
Standing in the cold, with your tongue out,
Trying to catch every evasive flake.
It felt like a blessing—
A hundred butterflies, flittering
On your face, your nose and cheeks.
It looked like peace.
It sounded like sleep.
It smelled like renewal—
And it felt like home.