The Autobiography Of A Snowflake

Vintage Words


Delicately cut from heat as cold

entering existence from moisture

captured by winds and carried

high into winter clouds.


Dancing is like the reflex of human

wailing. Twirling and floating

is equally instinctual. Each snowflake

has a name which proves a small

life passed through the air for

us to see.


Death comes to a snowflake when

the temperature rises, a warm wind

descends on its crystalline head,

or someone steps on it.







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schmuckjones's picture

That last line.....

Made me burst into a smiling guffaw.  The life and times of a frozen drop of water.  Cool Idea.  Cool as Ice.....

allets's picture


Yr joy made me smile - U Rock! - :S