Flurries

Flurries fall

And they swirl

They spin

And they twirl

They can come from above

Or from within

Flurries glide down from the sky

Softly and nicely

Creating a scene many love and enjoy

That leaves an impression on the mind

Or

flurries can explode in one’s heart

Surprisingly and prickly

Creating a feeling many associate with the sprouts of love

The flurries I feel don’t necessarily have those origins

As I tend to not understand the affection-flurries others feel

I do understand my flurries

Special and kind

I think flurries are beautiful

White stars that fall and fill the dark sky

When I see that beauty, my eyes see them

And my heart feels them