The Visitor

A wee snowflake landed on my eyelash.
For a brief second it shared my life view.
Then a joyful teardrop spilled from my eye
And it danced with the pure white visitor,
Sparkling, as they gently rolled down my cheek.
A little wet kiss of love from heaven,
Meeting my kiss on their way to my heart.
Thank you, Lord, for simple moments of grace.

By Sharon Krause