Snowflakes
From starry skies the snowflakes drift,
Each one unique cold winter’s gift,
Shaken from a starry sky,
They float, they swirl and then they fly
To land on branches that glitter with frost.
Weightless as phantoms, as white as ghosts
Spectral in the gathering gloom
Of an early winter afternoon,
As delicate as lace they melt too soon,
Their lives like ours are brief.
Copyright © Alison Douglas | Year Posted 2024
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