Cold Season (first poem I wrote)

[Air]

Snowflakes on a fleeting day,
Slipping through peaceful gray,
Rounding edges in natural mass,
Cleanse into rounded plains,

Interruptions of distant view,
Intended to blend blue,
Forming a modest tone,
Never seen never known,

Drift found by sovereign wind,
Lapse found before it begins,
Strive softly, to no avail,
Pleasure found on the way down.