What is this that floats silently in the air
so small and pure?
It settle on each blade of grass
soon blanketing every orifice of green.
My coat is now speckled with their small bodies
The pure dots sprinkle my head with
their coldness, creating a crown.
They have chosen me as their freezing captive,
not relinquishing their hold until I cross the threshold.
Quickly they retreat, disappearing in the face of their enemy.