Snowflakes In the Mind
Snowflakes In The Mind
What do they look like
People, ideas, objects, memories, visions, sensations, passions.
Vanished like snowflakes on the tip of your tongue.
The transient fragrance of a new born held close to your breast.
Smoke rising from the campfire at the end of day.
The rolling thunder sound of storm, and lightening to lite the sky.
The heat of passion as the light flashes out.
The eyes that glaze over at the close of life while you hold the hand and then cradle only the form without light.
Like snowflakes-each one is unique, never seen before or to be seen again.
Like snowflakes they all vanish to be held only as memories.
David R. Holmes
February 27, 2021
Copyright © David Holmes | Year Posted 2021
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