Wonder... is love of
snowflake transience?
As delicate as ice
webbed of lacework elegance?
To breathe upon it's
fragile body essence,
to melt it in micro seconds.
To hold it in a palm,
glimpse the complexity,
dissolving almost instantly.
And yet the memory
perfect and pristine.
Held in the heart of hearts,
of all there's ever been.
For love and snowflakes
share a common theme.
Neither one forgotten
once either has been seen.
(Mistycalpoet Sept/2010)
An exqisitely tender and gentle write!