Snowflakes fall up

Sometimes. The wind

Drifts just so and the big

Ones catch the wind

Like a seagull or sail,

Swirling against gravity,

Returning to the clouds.

To you, this is magic

Of the truest kind,

Delighting you as much

As it unsettles you,

Unraveling your sense

Of reality. Embrace

The magic of this

Place. Fall up.

- Grace Babcock © 2017