SnowflakesA Poem by Al R. Arce
Three snowflakes met while falling from a cloud
One was a hexagon, the second a fern and the last one a stellar They were floating through the air as they were lighter than a feather Weightless, in comfort, no worries, of the wind they felt dwellers Never thinking in the end, they might be ploughed… The stellar was a fella with no worries in his cellar I am ice, I am cool, I will just hang glide to where ever The wind of me will care, taking me where flakes live forever But as stellar said goodbye to his other snowflake flyers He melted to a raindrop when the air caught a fever… The fern had discerned that the wind he must distrust For temperature or direction the wind had no command I will congregate with others to make the biggest flake to land All together we’d be colder, much stronger, we’ll expand Yet the heavy flake landed on a road with salted crust. The hexagon took notice of the fate of his companions Doing nothing or too much were no solution to his illusion With my geometry I will glide, with the wind I’ll work in union Until I loosen from this wind reaching fair absolution Its trip finally ended on a snow covered canyon. Three snowflakes once met while falling from a cloud As all snowflakes are, no two were alike All three did define How each one the wind would ride As flakes in a crowd, how shall we release the shroud? © 2013 Al R. ArceFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorAl R. ArceSt. Louis, MOAboutI'm in my 50's. My family is my life. Writing is my hobby. I hope you find here something that you enjoy. Constructive comments are welcomed. If you ask me to read something I will. Thank you for.. more..Writing
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