Snow

A poem about beautiful crystalline figures.

Crystals high within the sky, 

connecting, creating community among

others like it. Great, formidable, inspiring

fear and love, depression and joy.

For but a moment does a snowflake fall,

in that fleeting time does it stand alone and 

live in pure beauty.

Returning is a given, it melts back to the

source, rejoining with the fellows it had

so quickly lost.

Author's Note

A small poem I wrote at about 2 AM. Disregard any grammatical errors, please, but all other criticism is greatly appreciated!

Reviews

[Crystalmuse]

This is beautiful. It made me think of humanity and the prodigal son. Leaving home to become individuals, then returning to its source enlightened.