What Falls First

You fell into my tiny universe My water globe of wishfulness Much the way snow cascades From the winter sky Hardly noticeable At first Swirling like a song Somewhere in the distance Stalled As if methodically searching For a pleasant place to land A flurry foregoing guidance Floating In delicate downfall Simple soft and serene Untouched and untangled In the divine darkness of Do Not Disturb Do As You Please Coating my landscape In brilliant breathtaking beauty A pristine path where no footsteps Had yet broken or breached the stillness But as always the seasons shift The white moundings muddy The ground swallows that which melts Before our very eyes