March Snowfall

Suspended in a strange kaleidoscope
of night
and twirling snowflakes
I fall without sound through the wind
My car is weightless
The street below
Unfolds its sleek and lonely arm
To catch my heart
excepting both
my fears and the quiet hope,
exuding sense of a wondrous
new beginning…

And yet - how mercilessly snow falls
on trembling innocent half-open blossoms…