Snowflake

A smidgen of dust, upwards borne,

By the warm winds to the cold air;

Dust meets ice, a snowflake is born.

Water in its heart does ensnare,

That floating speck, a dust mote;

Into a six point star, it does flare.

Star of ice, dust in a watery coat,

Fleetingly graces the dim skies,

Till it turns too heavy to float.

Then gently to the ground it flies,

Soft and delicate, fluttering away;

Like a dream from shuttered eyes.

Fleeting its life, does not linger or stay,

Yet, a falling snowflake does enthrall;

Brightens the night and your day,

A snowflake is dainty and small,

Hides a message in its ephemeral form;

Sometimes, it is beautiful to fall.