If every
snowflake is unique
Does that
mean every snowfall is its own exponentially individual event?
Did this
hardened, driving, icy pellet feel differently than last week’s drifting icing
sugar?
What does
ego sound like inside a cloud?
Bursting
forth, a loosed race horse
Legs red
hot with pent up fury and kinetic energy
Screaming
from the sky
Meeting the
sodden, fading green, winter-weary ground below
Does it
change its mind when it lays down?
Cheeks
cooling, gently interlacing fingers with the others nearby
Eyelids
heavy, ready for a long night’s sleep
Waking in
the morning to cresting sunrise
Shy smiles
sparkling despite themselves
Blushing
crystals, winking and twinkling in the January light
Under a
warming sun they slide along a tree’s icy branches
Surrendering
to gravity; to the current of a rivulet
Eyes closed
A whispered
sigh
Energy
dissipated
All as one
again (as always before)
Individuality
- an idea; uniqueness- a wish
Until the
next storm gathers
And the
curtain rises on the performers, once again
