Poems

Snowflake

Crisp, gentle snowflake, gracefully down, you float.
Meandering on chilly breeze
In ornate, frozen coat.
Your lightening-white, bright plumage,
Plumping up the ground,
Can you help make the softest pillow ever to be found?
It pains that such a stunning form can disappear from view,
A downy feather falling, swirling, whispering, “Adieu!”
This tiny winter wonderland and all the joy it brings,
A fleeting moment caught in time, replaced by angel wings.

18th January 2019

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