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
Snow
Some see Snow as shovels, as pains,
as loss, as accidents just waiting…
Some see Snow as fashions, as gains,
as sports, exercise, carefree playing…
Every Snowflake laughs with pure delight
at the wonder of its being.
Every Snowcrystal in its aerial flight
challenges our unseeing.
These Messengers of Divine Design
descend from birthing clouds to Earth,
Treasures scattered on sacred ground,
Miracle Jewels of angelic worth.
Quietly, humbly, cheerfully, gratefully,
Snowflakes lovingly gather to unite,
seamlesssnowclothlinensofwhite,
white, the uniting of every colour’s beauty.
In Oneness, Snowflakes sparkle with Light
through the clarity of their transparency,
and in their glorious starry patterns,
Life Itself declares Its unity in diversity.
January 21, 2008
shelley wilson—‘ariel-shelley’
Flowerpoet 
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