The Snow is Falling on the Lake

The snow is falling on the lake,

Before the freeze up cold and grey;

So very quiet each new flake

Touches down and shrinks away.

While in the trees the snow it stays,

The cedars now are trooped in white,

Like paratroopers in the haze,

These random landings are a sight.

I’m thinking ‘D Day’ if you will,

Falling over the French countryside;

Paratroopers from this hill,

I watch them drift from side to side.

In the lake to disappear,

Or in the trees or on the ground;

And why it is most unclear

Which snowflakes live and which are drowned?