I sat at my window and gazed outside
At the snow as it fell
From the heavens.
To the glass stuck a flake
That was not perfect in shape
With a little taken off the top.
I grabbed my camera
Because this was the perfect example of
Survival.
Winds howling uncontrollably
And this little flake holds on.
Positioned perfectly
I took the picture.
Just then the poor little flake
Melted away.
As if to say,
"My work here is done."
Author notes
I took the picture off of my album on Flickr.
http://flickr.com/photos/elationaviation/2040950223/
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Sadley Breathtaking
This little snowflake made my heart melt as i read it!
It is so true how unqiuc each snowflake is like people trying to survive but when their purpose is forfilled they go on.
What beatiful imagery you have created in this lovely poem.
You are a very taleted!
~Lisa~
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COOL!
I like the ending.
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