Eight Sided Snowflakes

Creation from afar

Eight Sided Snowflakes

New baby angels float in turquoise gowns

Come down slow like opened parachutes

On eight sided snow flakes in Alaska

Where sun light plays with ice on trees

With colors creating crystal glowing dreams

Angels come in peace from far off galaxies

From newly created universes from beyond

At the edge of quadrant five where time began

Where holy forces congregate with dark matter

Brilliant beacons of hope travel on light beams

At light speed to find a home with fallen snow

As children find the wilderness in innocence

Exploring the unknown

Woven through eternity in the fabric of time

Children capture snow flakes in their mind

Play with angels hidden deep inside each one

Parachuted down from heaven on eight sides  

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

A painting in poetic form, vivid and warm. Despite the "snowflake," the reader is left with a warmth and comfort and fond childhood memories. It's interesting how our perceptions often change as we grow older. The snowflake seems to have less magic and beauty when viewed with older eyes. This poem brings us back, though, to a peaceful, hopeful place if only in our own minds. Impressive work, Earl.

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Robert, Thank you. You are right about perceptions. They sure do change over time. I live in Florida. I only see snow and ice on TV. I miss NJ. I used to walk through snow drifts as tall as myself. The good old days. Snow is still one of the great wonders of life. Have a great night. Earl