Crystals

snow crystals falling gently
caps, white bodies around a hill
a mantle along the road
slippery
cold, and silky
and glossy with light
painful as such
when held
longer to the tip
of my finger
frost and chill
and thrill,

these are what i do not have
experienced yet
something to talk about
and guess

vicarious, elegant to the
ambition of thoughts
rambling and
fanciful