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
Heavy clouds bearing Winter’s messages
move swiftly through the sky
as two people pass each other by,
walking in opposite directions.
The clouds release their snowflakes
to the land and life below.
Irritated, one woman loudly curses
this bitter assault of snow
and the frozen hell she’s living in.
Elated, the other woman quietly blesses
these refreshing snow-kisses on skin
and the beautiful heaven she’s in.
They’re moving through the same information,
translating from different worlds within.
February 11, 2021
Shelley Wilson
Walking home alone on a snowy Winter night,
I am filled with wonder passing each street light.
Here the Snow descends as crystal sparkles
that fill me with delight.
In Snowfall’s quiet sound I hear the Snowflakes
softly sing together coming down.
They kiss my hair and cheeks.
I feel a peaceful comfort.
The Town has gone to sleep.
There’s no one else around but I don’t feel alone
for I am kissed by Snowflakes as I walk
in silent peace and wonder to my home.
(written from a lasting memory-
Shelley Wilson- December 2, 2020)
Snowbound
Snowbound dawn of a new ‘Family Day’,
no urgent need to dress and go,
I sip hot coffee in solitary silence,
paused in luxuries of a borrowed life.
Lush plants, plush rugs, cushioned chairs,
sleeping fireplace, sleeping dog…
I wonder where the toaster sleeps?
Outside, the lake’s an austere setting
to snow-clad cedars and ragged birch,
their boughs and bark in frenzied motion,
yet going nowhere, snowbound like me.
Snow swirls in air, spiraling here and there.
I see it mimic the spiral designs
on ribbon and plant pots placed inside.
(How did I know? I quietly ask myself.
I’d spoken of spirals, energies and designs,
before the spiral jump of this here and now.
Time appears linear, yet is not, and so…)
Snowflakes dance up and down and around
in whirling pirouettes of mesmerizing beauty.
Strong winds swiftly lift and carry them
in a graceful ballet of elegant motion.
Sculptured dunes of frozen water waves
gently shape-shift as stroking air brushes
snow on snow on snow…
The drifts grow higher; paths disappear.
Family and ploughs and shovels are coming,
but for now, I can dream-dance freely
with the snow of a snowbound day.
shelley wilson—‘ariel-shelley’
February 18, 2008
Flowerpoet 
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