'Journey of a Snowflake'

'Journey of a Snowflake'

Hushed whispers

As they brush each other

On their journey's

Fall to earth.

Each with their

Own pattern

Their DNA

Stamped in beauty

They congregate

Atop a mailbox.

They huddle in wonder

At the strange

Sights they see.

Children in bright

scarfs and bulky dress

Wear boots of warmth

And laugh while

Waiting for the big

Orange bus.

A quick yank and some

Near fall to the ground

As Mail is swallowed in

And flag stands up

Knocking some down

to the ground.

They coalesce as

temperatures drop

No longer fall

when mail time comes

They see many things

As winter's cold

Takes on an eerie

Stillness in the night

Christmas lights

blink as far as they can see.

Carolers walk by and sing their song

Daylight dawns and

Loud and angry plows

come by scooping up

their friends

to clean the road.

What a strange place, Indeed

The springtime sun

Warms them until

In tears they fall

And leave their mailbox home

To wet the land

and bathe the crocus

As they peek up strong

And full of life.

Kesti©

10-26-06