Freefall

Fairies lacking restraint
in a freefall to earth.

Twinkling satellites

from a fissure in heaven;

the antithesis of their

arrival point on the planet.

A bohemian coterie,

a flotilla of fun,

sometimes slower than gravity allows

or circling in a 3/4 waltz.

They are the only pure white we know,

washing the world clean

perfectly silent in the journey.

She can't live without the snow

making music in her head,

a celestial painting.

Looking out the window

is a hobby now.

Nothing as beautiful
can be humanly created.

In a quiet afterthought

a tuft will be released from a branch

carried by the cold across her path

when heaven touches earth.