Steady and Metered

It fell in large,
fluffy clusters
and small, shiny dots
at a rate that was steady
steady and metered.

Light and flaky
it settled
spread--
spread across the land
the grass, the concrete, the asphalt
as if it's life's purpose was only this
no questions, no conflict
just there, just here, present.

I searched at my window
for a moment, a second of conflict
there was none
one steady, metered snow 
falling, falling, falling.