“Snowfall,” Ensign, Dec. 1980, 52
Snowflakes sift the air with a quietness
That makes falling seem suspension—
Barely there, hardly visible
Even when obscuring solid landscape,
Too fragile to be felt save by tonguetip
And then only by dozens;
Crystals ten times more delicate than dew,
Subtle silent almost as spirit or sin.
It’s hard to imagine how
One inch of snowfall over a single acre
Can weigh eleven tons.