heaven's dust

my favorite kind of weather

dust bunnies falling from the sky
a cool wind helping them hop along
dust flakes to a drop of water in your hand
a magical trick, a transformation so quick
examining them they melt away
staring to the heavens
you watch the dust falling through it's clouds
forgetting who you are, you drift into them
leaving your body behind waiting
you jump along with them
hopping on winds and dancing on within
the cool scent of the breeze
the wind and the snow encircling your senses
for a moment time has stopped, suspended in air
startled awake, to find yourself holding
cool water drops