Messengers

They fell on my face
Fastened upon my lashes
A chilled embrace
The softest of kisses
A welcomed grace.

All around
The earth slept
As the white blanket
Settled upon
Yards and sidewalks
Streets and avenues.

They made no sound.
They were messengers
Of silence.
Emissaries of peace.

I paused
Beneath a street lamp.
Its cone of amber light
Seemed to ignite
Each crystal
In its downward journey.

I grew dizzy in the presence
Of the tiny invasion
Of flakes
Parachuting to earth.

Perhaps angels sometime come
In forms unthought
And unexpected
In visitations of serenity
Such as this.