If a snowflake falls down slow

If

A snowflake falls down slow
And gentle to a spot down low
And snow piles up on top of snow

And

Sunlight shafts through curtains pulled
From far-off star to distant world
And light falls down without a word

And

Wind whips wild a kilometer high
And paints her sails across the sky
Yet skims your earth-bound laundry-line

Then
(I think)

Gravity likes holding things
Close to her breast, a treasuring
(And even, once, a holy king).