Snowflake

I sat at my window and gazed outside
At the snow as it fell
From the heavens.
To the glass stuck a flake
That was not perfect in shape
With a little taken off the top.

I grabbed my camera
Because this was the perfect example of
Survival.
Winds howling uncontrollably
And this little flake holds on.

Positioned perfectly
I took the picture.
Just then the poor little flake
Melted away.
As if to say,
“My work here is done.”
-Sarah Hanlon

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Thought I’d throw another poem on here.  Why not?

The picture is mine, too… came off my Flickr account.  Check it out if you have the chance.

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