Title: 144, is a Spenserian Sonnet, The actual title is "Capturing Snowflakes"
1442 NATURE Poetry Contest
2/8/2026
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Upon a silent night, the snow descends, Each flake a wonder swirling from above, A lattice frail, a dance that never ends, Pure art bestowed by winter’s tender glove. I lift my hands to sky in eager love To snare a crystal marvel, chill and bright, It lingers soft—a whisper of a dove— Then melts to water, vanishing from sight. How swift the moment, how elusive light That glimmers in a frozen filigree! We grasp at beauty, only to invite The proof that all is passing, fleetingly. Yet in each drop, a memory remains: The joy of snowflakes dancing down the lanes.
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