Friday, November 21, 2008

Ode To A Snowflake

And It glides gently through the air with little effort

Floating from left to right

Back and forth like a frozen buoy atop a rocky ocean.

Wandering aimlessly through the times, being very polite.

And then it lands,

resting on fallen brethren.

A clock stops ticking, a bird stops chirping, a heart stops beating

and they all just watch.

A squirrel scurries to get a better look, a tree stands proudly,

and a man just keeps walking.