Death of a Flake

 

 

He swirls into the room

Unmindful of the stares

People stepping back

He goes where he would

Oblivious to all

But his own desires.

But then,

Something ahead

He turns

Perhaps in fear

And falters

Slowly he succumbs

Down he drops

Darting left

Twisting right

Is there no escape?

Will no one help?

Alone he falls,

Alone he dies.

A single flake of snow

Fireside.

14 thoughts on “Death of a Flake

  1. Murphy's Law

    This is such a wonderful poem Pam. I was cursing every snowflake that fell, totaling one foot, but now I’m feeling sorry for the damn snowflakes!!! ❄️❄️❄️
    🐾Ginger 🐾

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