I decided to write this poem this morning. At about seven o’clock I thought I saw a beautiful white feather floating around in the breeze. It didn’t look like it was going to land and, whilst watching it, I realised it must be a snowflake. It didn’t seem that there were going to be anymore. I was fortunate enough to just be pottering, drinking my beloved morning cup of tea so was able to take the time to observe and see how that one single snowflake was joined gracefully by others. It was really beautiful to watch.
One tranquil innocent flake
Drifts on the gentle breeze
Almost feather-like, floating
Searching for its landing pad.
One, two, three, then more
Fleetingly join the flurry
Swirling, twirling, dancing in the air
Hovering and wavering with trepidation.
Beautiful lace-like snowflakes
unique and individual
exclusive and serene
float amidst the cool wintery air.
Exquisite as graceful ballerinas
pirouetting in Swan Lake
Perfect, pure, angelic
A beautiful sight to behold.
Slowly gaining momentum
Yet still so peaceful and calm
Like petals falling from a rose
Or butterflies fluttering on the wind.
Gracefully settling down on the ground
Like a dusting of icing sugar
A gentle blanket caressing the earth
Enveloping everything in its sight.