She was a little thing already-not old, she did not seem old, but delicate as a snowflake, and so weary.
"Moonshine & Clover"
Laurence Housman
The door closed, and, instead of darkness and snowflake blasts, there was warmth and light, and a pretty woman standing just inside the drawing-room door, murmuring playfully in a soft tone: "Duncan, you cold, naughty fellow, I was willing to lay a dozen bottles of Houbigant that this wind would have blown away what little was left of your flighty heart."
"With Edge Tools"
Hobart Chatfield-Taylor
Like all good things on earth, she came quietly as a snowflake down in their midst, without ado or demonstration.
"First Fam'lies of the Sierras"
Joaquin Miller