They tumble, they swirl. They flutter and spin.
I know how it feels to tumble and spin.
I look at the sky, so pale and white.
"Do you know how it feels to flutter and swirl?"
"Is it not like a dance where you fall in a trance?"
It howls, it growls. They trembled and shook.
"How strong is that wind?" I ask as I shake.
"So strong that I stumbled" He said in a grumble.
I sit by the window hugging my pillow.
They tumble, they spin. They flutter and swirl.
How quiet their fall in the cold winter dawn.