Fleeting winter flakes

"Fleeting winter flakes"
Sitting inside 
looking out 
through 
ice chilled windows 
as the snow falls outside.

The cold wintery bite
reaches inside 
touching 
the cold fringes 
of my nose and fingers,

The cool breath of Jack Frost
spreads across the glass
stretching crystals 
like a spider's web 
in 
from the edges 
of the window pane,

And just beyond
the exquisite crystalline shapes 
of every icy design
falls fleeting winter flakes
holding their uniquely 
single, 
once in lifetime existence 
type of shape,
   no two ever the same, 
a single moment in time
that will never exist again
falling as 
simple points of pale white.

Just irrelevant enough 
for us to never notice
yet beautiful enough 
to lament their absence. 

Moments so beautiful in their simplicity
and elegant in their creation
all existing for a brief instant 
for us to look upon 
through gilded eyes
their journey
as simple points of pale white.