Perfect Ones

The white flakes drift slowly, swirling down all around,
Making such an impression against the black sky.
Some are tiny clumps but some are perfect-
Exactly what a snowflake is supposed to look like.

And when I see a Perfect One- I always smile
And get the same feelings I had as a child-
And that feeling is precious to me, especially
When a person has lived long enough to know why.