Definitions

Their impact makes no

Sound; either notice them

Collectively

Or they melt away

Alone. Rain that sticks

Around, reminding the ground

It’s been cleaned, scrubbed

Even, burnished

White

And crystal,

Giving back

The light. It falls

Like atmosphere

Thickened, throwing swirling

Screens between us,

Breaking

The borders, pixelating

Space, blending with the clouds

It comes from, making me

Imagine sky

Is drifting down

In pieces, courting

Silence. It seems the world spins

Quiet

And cold - defined by drifts

Of thousands.