Needles + Lace

a little snowflake once whispered this in my ear
as it kissed my nose, melted, and disappeared…

a little snowflake once whispered
this in my ear
as it kissed my nose
melted and disappeared
.
“do you know…,” it began
the science of snow
how we make imprints on life
wherever we go?
.
yes, the shape of me
is a record of past
the defining moments that
stick together and last
.
taking slightly different paths
from sky we fly
meeting varied atmospheres
both low and high
.
our little beings form
prisms, needles, and lace
as we sparkle, spin, and float
with curious grace
.
the same is true
for many shades of life
shaped by winds of love
and lessons in strife
.
so be a sweet breeze of
inner levity and light
wear the weather of storms
with softness, clarity, and might
.
a little snowflake once
whispered this in my ear
as it kissed my nose
melted and disappeared