Snow on the branch outside my window

Snow on the branch outside my window

My world was falling
But you fell faster
Gently, softly you flew
Resting upon cold, steadfast branches
Just outside my second story window.
You piled atop your own self
In flurries and gusts
In a hurry, as if you must
Catch me while you can,
If you could,
But I hid behind my window
I gazed, mesmerized. You knew.
My attention never publicly paid.
Your silent drama drove deeper inside my intrigued heart
And it beat more rapidly, though I hid (in silence)
You fed
Off my enthrallment in you
In the feeling of your touch
Landing on my skin, on my tongue
As I opened my window
And smiled at your presence
At the sheer white
Of the refreshing, youthfulness of you
At how this flurry
Was like
No other storm.