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
all snowflakes have a six-corner form,
a law that winter's secrets still perform.
then chemistry and physics opened us up to so much more—
how bonds and angles build the crystal score
Yet still, in this knowing, we must always see
a sixth sense, free to unfold more mystery.
in six senses on a six-sided die,
rolling chance - 6 pips to let fly.
A flurry of flake
Up there in the sky,
Makes this heart ache
And... nearly sigh
A simple wonder
All of it's own,
Like rain and thunder
When you're alone
Coming to call
Without a sound,
A sudden snowfall
Is heaven found.
NAMES SUCH AS LIBTARD
SNOWFLAKE AND WOKE IN THE YARD
NOW RAD LEFT SCUM CARD
The streetlights cast a yellow glow against the darkening evening. I pull my collar higher against the bite of the wind, the kind of cold that promises change. Overhead, the sky is a heavy, bruised violet, ready to burst. And then, it begins—not a downpour, but a tentative, silent drift. Individual crystals, each a fleeting architectural miracle, unique from one another, begin their slow descent from the sky to the frozen ground. The world around me starts to soften, hard edges blurring under a gentle, accumulating lace. My breath forms tiny clouds in the crisp air as I catch a single, perfect star on the tip of my glove, a transient visitor from the heavens, a small piece of silent magic.
sky slips first snowflake
like frosting on a cupcake
liquid world keepsake
IN Light, One, Vie, Ease
I am a pretty snowflake
To mist by the sun
Snowflakes flutter to frosted earth
On a perfect winter day.
They glide through frigid wind,
Refracting whatever threads of light
Peek through the sky's soft gray quilt.
I stand on snow-crusted ground,
Craving my neck in awe
Of the chandelier of quartz drifting down.
My boots leave indents in an ever-growing cushion.
I want to let one settle on my hand.
So I can run my fingernail across
One of its many crystalline branches.
So I may feel just how smooth
A rigid structure could ever be.
So I will know that something as grand
As the smoky giants that sleep
Lazily above the horizon
Can craft something as intricate as it.
But I worry that the heat from my hands
Will melt and do away its delicate form.
If I were to tap it, even with the
Weakest edge of my nail,
I fear I would cleave it,
Between the roots of its symmetrical beauty,
In two.
Frosted star fragile and fanciful
a constellation of delicate crystallized filigree whimsy
graceful symmetrical feat of geometry
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Snowflake Thunder Haiku
snowflake thunder booms
shaking ice crystals from trees
shimmering light falls
snowflake meatball sandwich
it has been a long time
in honor of you, i add the monterey jack
it is such a shame that you died alone with all phones completely off
the tears fall quietly as i prepare bacon cheeseburger chili
while looking at the blue lake accepting kisses from the sun,
i think about the dried blood on the well worn rope
i become lost as i butter the potato rolls while wondering what i missed along with others
snowflake meatball sandwich
so many lifetimes have passed
as a tribute to you, i pour the blue cream soda in the frosted glass that says 'Live Freely'
it is such a shame that you died alone with all communication completely gutted
the tears fall with more volume as I take put some of the taco salad in a large paper bowl
while looking at the blue lake react pain of the expressive teardrop rain,
i think about the old, well worn dining room chair with 'Brooks' carved in the center of the seat
i become frozen in the state of missing completely oblivious to everything turning subzero cold
Star shaped, seriously sassy
Nodding needle-nosed, light chassis
Capped column, looking conniving
Irregular yet interesting without striving
Decidedly diabolically dendrite-dated
Practically perfect, placidly plated
Snowflakes have six points or six sides
Depending on moisture in clouds and temp outside
Swirling, twirling
Crisp and white,
It’s a snowflake
Kind of night…
Crystals shimmer
By moonlight,
Building castles
Till daylight…
I think of my memories like snowflakes falling softly in my mind
It’s a place where my past and present are uniquely intertwined.
I never know what memory will land in moments of quiet reflection
when my mind’s an open frame…
because as they cascade down, just like snowflakes, no two memories are the same.
Sometimes a memory lands on my hand….meant to quickly brighten my day
lasting only for a moment until it quickly melts away.
Sometimes, if I look up, close my eyes, open my mouth
and stick out my tongue…
It’s as if I can taste the memory of a time when I was young.
Sometimes, if I’m lucky, a memory lands upon my shoulder…
and walks with me a while.
The kind of memory that lingers as it makes me laugh or cry
or smile.
When I’m walking with a memory time is unimportant…
and the world around me is moving slow….
perhaps that’t why I’m always happy…
when my memories begin to snow.
For there is nothing more exciting…more wondrous…
nothing better to put my heart at ease…
than walking slowly through a flurry
of snowflake memories.
pure crystal of snow
a transparent cute and cool
so lovely snowflake
Every thought grew quiet,
As the flakes fell across the hills.
The mountains seemed to promise –
A winter wonderland was guessed.
Every moment fell silent,
As the wind blessed with prayers
For those of us who rely on –
The gentleness of God’s grace.
Every joy spread stillness,
As the white of winter smiled,
Coloring the hills in sensations –
Amazing, so we feel like a child.
Every sound writes its story,
As the music of hope confides,
Whispering gentle details –
About a peace that will ever survive.
Every life feels the wonder,
As the hills turn to soft white.
This is winter’s sweet enjoyment –
And its song, a shadow of faith.
Every darkness turns hopeful,
As the winter blesses her peaks.
Rising beyond the silvery glory –
Soundless images of God’s artwork.
Every lesson brings a promise,
As the night calls to the moon and stars,
Leaving a promise of heavenly light –
Pouring over the skies so beautiful.
Every winter I feel His kiss,
As the echo of twilight fades.
And, forever, I’ll feel His love –
Surrounding me as I praise!
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