Snowflakes

Against the windshield of a car Thousands of you drop and flop Melt, like tears tracing its dusty cheek In the vast space of the world You fall after the other, dance with playful wind, mindless where it brings you, either to a mountaintop or to the treetops that await to be dressed up, like white robes adorned in their long time deserted mourn To my wonder, you look so light so tender to touch, so frail for my sight Do you feel the hurt when you drop to a grass less meadow or spiky rock Though the answer could be yes or no I seem not to see and feel, for either you will become icy hard and break or sway for a while then softly dock When you are there at night You appear so serene even to the disturbing storm and awful plight Someone is out there, looking out muttering wishes each time you dash against a window pane and sill or crying out, muted by a sob. Like you, a sorrow is not heard as you plunge into nothingness touch not even remembered cursed bitterly when you feebly run into a shoulder or bury a foot into discomfort..