Floating down with grace.
Blissfully alone, in individual splendor
Going this way and that with
no destination and no cares.
Falling in the dark,
Falling forever,
until a sudden breeze changes the direction.
Cartwheeling and spinning,
tumbling and twirling,
uncontrollable urges to plunge to the ground.
But somehow the wind always picks up .
So until the day the sky clears and the earth thaws
the snowflake will be my spirit.
