Snowflake Down
East of Omaha, winds blow far
Snowflakes coming down, scattered all around
One by one, more to come
Covering the ground, moving inbound
Some would repel, most would excel
Some drop straight, others swerved
A few disappeared, others adhered
I lost sight, those that curved,
Held out my hand, hopping one would land
A flake I felt, promptly it did melt
I stared straight ahead, at one that led
It went astray
Accumulating hour by hour into the next day
Pillars and platforms created to set the stage,
Astounding how snowflakes can draw a scene
Shapes become magnified, whatever the gauge.
Looking out my snowbound window
Visibility is shortened and limbs are down.
I’m in for the long haul with nothing to do
I fret and fumed, my face does frown
Hour by hour I wait out the storm
Passing of time creeps by slow
Not much to see, but I can hear
Howling winds that blow.
That one little snowflake buried in deep
By itself alone it would not impede
But because they fell one by one
This changed my nature indeed
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