I imagined being a snowflake,
different than all the others
So small, but no more important than anyone
Falling, falling, slowly in the air
with a relief in knowing there's no reason to compare
I have my own beauty, no more special than another
Just equal, with all the other beautiful snowflakes,
coming from the sky above
Together, we land in the comfort of blanketing the ground
Together, we present a stunning winter landscape
Sparkling in the sun brighter than anything to be seen
We are the warmth of light on a cold day
Together we are different but the same, we are one
Heidi Sands
9/14/26
(C)opyright
I watched the Shahed drones
Flying along the coast
In the Gulf's misty haze
Like grey birds in
Seasonal swirl.
I never doubted
Where they were going
And why?
Since the war began
Burning Iran with jungle fever
Their multiple operations
Darkening the sky
With oil rains blanketing the sky,
I knew it was an existential threat
And our children would grow in bondage
If deterrence failed and that
Was the message of Shahed drones.
Loss, thy bitter luster.
Pain, rip each heart in twain.
Blanketing blizzard, thy bluster.
Red run, O my rain.
Chaos, entropy, ripcord.
Pull thy chute and fall.
Mother Sin, thy flaming sword.
Blanching light, thy pall.
Moon, thy storm. Hornet, thy swarm.
Flickering in form.
Dam that river? Getting warm.
Volcanos a-dorm.
Love, are you to last? Past? Fast?
Trickery, thy mist.
Fate and fury, what ye hast!
Fortune, twist thy wrist!
Charm and chain, forever?
Rekindle and release?
Spindle, grow dull never!
Gold, thy mold. Fire, fleece.
Blossom, O opossum?
How awesome would that be?
In a cage we toss them?
Then sink them in the sea.
Sun, thy sum. Bright beams to come.
Strike the bastards dumb.
Reality, how you hum!
Better us than some!
Game of patient waiting?
O heart of mine, thy throb.
Well, that's no second-rating.
Hope, you've lost your job...
I love the gentle snowflakes falling
floating down from the sky like feathers
drifting, twirling, dancing, whirling and prancing
blanketing my city magical white
I was born into snow
the wind howling through the trees like banshees
city drifts and cars slipping
I arrived a snow child
I like to stroll the city streets
as magical snow changes downtown
pigeons hover on the ledges
folding their wings together
Ottawa steeped in history
the buildings are old and beautiful
gray bricked, elegant and sturdy
many homes Victorians
My city boasts of many winding trails
but nothing is more amazing than in winter
a crisp, walk among sleeping trees
oh, love hiking past a frozen stream that still ripples
I have creaking rooms in an old city building
outside my window trees in all seasons are my view
but winter snow falling on my city stirs my soul
I can hear my beloved snow calling me
come, come, come outside my love
Rays of radiation scorch my feathers
Ultraviolet bakes me from within
Each time, I feel my breath inch closer
But the reds marks never shake me
A young man tried to scale this once
The son of Bravery and Patience
Beating rays of gleaming off-yellow
Robbed him of vision and benign skin
But you, the chain link of armor
Aids my fragile skin of low melanin
With lips of soft lotion, you whisper
Blanketing me with your soft encouragement
Cold dark eyes of determination
You curse, then grip my ivory blade for me
"She'd like a duel."
The sunlight laughs, kicks his feet to the horizon
You place one last touch to me, clearing hair from my face
It makes my bosom flutter, I rise like helium
Knife placed to the jugular of the sol
Oh, my Icarus, you know better than to do this
Basking in clusters of cancer with visual appeal
Lips curl into a smile as the wound deepens
The tsar of life recoiling at my demand
It turns its head in shame and takes back its remarks
Light concentrated in its irises turns a dark violet
And as you rush to embrace me and take me into your arms
"Night is upon us," you cry, cradling me close to your heart
somewhere I stand
on a beach
white granules
wrap around base
blanketing me
from daily harm
with my wide fronds
I shade myself
from harmful rays
or thunderstorms
or even a
passing scared bird
that drops a gift
I'm a symbol
to travelers
welcoming them
to Sunshine State
great place for palms
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Snowflakes whisper down~
silent feathers hushed in flight,
blanketing the world.
My breath curls like fading smoke,
drifting into winter's hush.
A cozy winter morning at home with Mom,
She hums a familiar tune as she tinkers
Around the room preparing tea and toast
As she has for all the mornings of my life,
Outside the snowflakes fall blanketing the world in white~
For a moment I am home again
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“Christmas—a time for seeing the ‘unseen’ magic in everything.”Quote by the author
moonlit snowy eve
church bells chime a joyful sound
peaceful holy night
snowflakes gently fall
blanketing the world in white
serene peaceful hush
sparkling icicles
frozen tears sent from heaven
crisp air nips the nose
frosted windowpane
candlelight dances within
Christmas magic born
Winter blanketing
Hillside in fluffy white calm
World pausing to breathe
Rowing with golden paddles
The water glides with quiet grace
Ripples shimmer like scattered diamonds
Smooth sailing with no thought of Winter
Summer forgets by design
Winter does not ask permission
Ripples stiffen into chop
Chop grows into waves
Winter crashes like a wild tsunami
Blanketing Fall in a cold grey hush
A long hibernation of silence
Until we paddle out and meet again
Imagine!
" Kind Words", revealed as piercing bands
of sunlight gently melting mist of morning dew.
Shredded strands of light appear blazing
through leaves blanketing forest deep.
Restrain bitter words that deny
the flourishing seed to yield its return.
Observe, we are better
when "Kind Words" are spoken.
When, from a painful sobering voice,
the soul beckons for repose.
No respect returned to break the moment in.
for where is the glory in it?
"Kind Words" cleanse!
Glory won in a word of kindness spoken.
Life, though as short as a breath,
needs no hand to uproot or wrest.
To labor upon ones crowded faults,
proves a shackle to blissful results.
"Kind Words", a gift for thee!
Leaden clouds sweep swiftly in from the north,
Blanketing the sapphire skies in melancholy.
Deafening, rolling thunder cracks
As a mysterious chill sends a shudder up my spine.
A faint knock rasps at my front door;
Whispers circulate, ringing through my walls,
Echoing my name ever so sinisterly.
For twenty and twenty years, I have been happily discontent,
Freezing my sins in lovely seclusion.
Now, a dank darkness drapes this dilapidated sanctuary.
Peering out the curtains, I see death's arrival—
Ruby red roses in my formerly lush garden
Crumbling to ash, fading into the earth.
Elongated fingers peek through the dubious haze.
A cackling booms.
To my right stands an ornate Victorian mirror.
Turning my head, I can see the flames of Hell rage.
What was once just a plane of glass
Has now become a beckoning portal.
Without hesitation, I rip it off the wall,
Smashing the omen, trying to escape an unfathomable fate.
Within seconds, it's fully reconstructed,
Signaling there is no reprieve.
Cosmic dust carpets the night sky
Like glittering snow blanketing billowing pine trees,
Captivating our deepest thoughts.
Inner monologues break their dams,
Flooding our consciousness with fleeting questions—
Of what was and what still might be.
Existential queries fly by like shooting stars:
Why here? Why this planet, this plane of existence?
Only to disappear in a flash, leaving no trace.
For we are so small within the emptiness of galaxies,
Yet we hold onto hope that there is more beyond what can be seen.
For even the death of a star breeds life—
From scattered ruins comes the calcium that builds our bones.
Within the silence of night, we come ever closer to tranquility.
Let the glow of moonbeams wash over you.
As each star has a pattern of its own, so do you.
Wipe your tears, sweet child,
Whilst the balmy breeze wraps around you.
Let your past evaporate like a summer rain
she's a reprimand
in sight
british in american
no flights
the runaway holds the mold
speaking of witches
exploiting the no
turnaround and shes her ugly
misplace vowel in assembled
stance to task
her brothers blanketing his stash
demoralized and torn
its already early and she'd never show
speaking in my houses
blue horn irish muse
want of den's forgotten
harlot attempts the dew
wasted station of armies
stagnant collars and door
left handed chalks
whites hurdles will roar
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