SNOWFLAKES: Poetry for Inauguration Day

Snowflake: a flake of snow, especially a feathery ice crystal, typically displaying delicate six-fold symmetry.  A snowflake is either a single ice crystal or an aggregation of ice crystals which falls through the Earth’s atmosphere. They begin as snow crystals which develop when microscopic super cooled cloud droplets freeze. Snowflakes come in a variety of sizes and shapes. 

SNOWFLAKES

{ He gives the rain to fall on the just and unjust }

{ He cleanses us and makes us white as snow }

{ His hand had turned leprous like the snow }

 

If the Wind was even reasonably fair…But across these Northern Plains there is no rebuff. Without Mercy it races howls and scowls. Stinging the skin and tearing the eyes.

Seriously, if the Wind was even reasonably fair, the now falling snow, Would have a place to fall. But again, the Wind, Fierce and Determined has turned the snow into Bullets flying straight and true, a relentless oncoming White Sheet. Hello, Mr. Blizzard.

Snowflakes though, seem to eventually fall. In their natural state, with no lost individual beauty taken from the bluster of Blizzard, They safely fall becoming one with whatever they touch, which is of course, you guessed it, other Snowflakes. Warm and melting, melding into something other than themselves, sometimes something even more Beautiful and Better  than the Snowflakes themselves.

 We all start as snowflakes when you think about it. Yet, none of us stay snowflakes. We transition, transcend, trip into another form for another time. None of us stays purely in the time and form of snow, water or mist.  None of us stays as the ice hardened snow bullets blowing now flying rage Guided by the blustering Force of the Wind.

I stand up to look out my Window. First Thing I notice is that yes, it is as I feared. The Wind is truly fierce. Still I went out there in the cold and white.

I went to see the The Trees. The Trees alone stand against the Rage of Winter. I went out to The Trees and filled the bird Feeders. I let the seed amply over flow so that even The squirrels would have something to glean. Because, Spring, isn’t always easy.

My God, the intense insanity of the Wind would even freeze the Spirit of Death, that is if Death had the bravery to stand up and face the Piercing unrelenting punishing overwhelming cold.

My face hurts. It hurts to open my eyes and look at the happenings around me.

The sheer force of the Wind had distracted Me. Solely focused on surviving the raging bullets of snow just to feed some Nameless birds. Deeply distracted by the Wind stinging my eyes and Squinting for protection in this white out of Tunnel Vision I failed to notice that the Sun was shining. In fact, the Sun had been shining all along. In fact, it wasn’t even snowing. It was the Wind raging and blowing wide without Malice. What I was seeing and feeling were second and third generations of Snowflakes.

The Wind simply forced itself upon the snow, tearing at the Snow. Clawing, demanding, and declaring.  Wind lifted and disconnected Snow from where it had fallen. Now once again air-born , Snow turned it into Something that most of us don’t like about Snow; That’s when Snow becomes vengeful clear-coated Ice.

But all of us, all of us remember our first Snowfall. Snowflakes so big, falling slowly, floating, free to be. We were Young then. We chased the Snow with our tongues out as if catching candy. We laughed, danced and fell on our backs looking up in wonder-filled amazement at all the Snowflakes falling like Manna from Heaven

How could it be that we felt so warm playing and laying in and as One with the Snow? We reached out to touch our mittens one to the other becoming One with it all. Snow Angels were formed. We stood up and looked down at our Creations. We had left imprints of our Better Selves.

snowflake: a flake of snow, especially a feathery ice crystal, typically displaying delicate six-fold symmetry.  A snowflake is either a single ice crystal or an aggregation of ice crystals which falls through the Earth’s atmosphere. They begin as snow crystals which develop when microscopic super cooled cloud droplets freeze. Snowflakes come in a variety of sizes and shapes. 

 

 

 

 

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. HeyHoAo says:

    Reblogged this on HeyHoAo and commented:

    two poems in one

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