The Dreariness of Saturday Morning

Snow flakes falling, gaze at the ground.
Down and down,
they make a move
with the wind
taking them somewhere
unknown.
 
To the people this is just
old, mundane.
But to the snow
and wind, it is bliss,
perfect to the open air!
 
Skydiving out
of the sky,
the flakes spread their spikes,
fingers of their hands,
and the wind grabs
on to one,
 
and slowly
they drift down,
freezing the lake.
They skate
about,
still hand in hand.
 
Family never leaves one out.