Snowflakes

Sometimes I get caught
silly moments pile up like snow flakes
each light, delicate, weightless, flying free
a shovel full can break your back
and you hardly even noticed
as you watched each fluffy crystal descend
as you watched each little tutu twirl down
you failed to see them after they passed
tickling your nose, melting on your mouth
the ones in the past that went past
my feet are buried, along with my heart and head
and when I finally notice, I'm shivering.
they are so cold.