I’m only a single snowflake,

yet part of a greater whole

more than my world of snow.

I dance upon the unseen wind.

I sway and whirl and roll

happily as I now descend

to rest upon the waiting ground.

The wind says that I’ll change

the form that I’m now in.

I’ll melt, evaporate, ascend…

I may become a single drop

of something called the rain,

or even a single snowflake

to dance the spirit wind again.

February 13, 2021

Shelley Wilson