Snowflakes

I wonder if the snowflakes know

As they tumble from the sky

They'll live until the sun comes out

Before they melt and die

Could that be why they're silent

For they never make a sound

They try their best to take their time

Before they touch the ground

They come together like family

For no two are quite the same

Some may introduce themselves

If snowflakes have a name

Some maybe last a day or two

Before they start to melt

But snowflakes never once complain

They just play the hand they're dealt

I guess they're a lot like people

As they watch each other die

They gather around when their time comes

And tell each other goodbye

Reviews

[therin]

Oh so sad. Goodbye can be such a laden word. Your rhythm and rhyme are both spot on, and draw you through the poem at a measured pace. Sad, but whimsical, "if snowflakes have a name".

A community of snowflakes, wonderful. Thank you.

[David O Whalen (O Haol..]

Whiskurz, I just read the whole first page of your blog and was almighty impressed with each and everyone of them. No particular favorite, since they're all so good.( and I don't comment or compliment often or lightly) I think I got some inspiration from a few of yours, so hopefully you've helped as well as entertained me. Great writings Whiskurz and hopefully soon I can call you respectfully by your actual name

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I really like this! It is very interesting how you take the topic of snowflakes and create a poem about life and death. The last stanza leaves me with a feeling of sadness, and yet there is a gentle quality to it all. I bumbling here to say what I am feeling so....enough.

[Natasha]

Wonderful! Line 11 took me back to when I lived in New Hampshire...some odd years ago. Snowflakes do indeed introduce themselves. Sometimes they miscalculate though...and hit you right in the eye.