SNOWFLAKES

Like manna from the icy skies
On heaven’s breath the snowflake flies.
It’s perfect shape uniquely formed
From cloudy womb to earth it stormed

Chantilly lace that’s meant for flight
To run the race when the temperature’s right.
Wispy waifs of dancing ice
Alluring arabesques entice.

A ticket on the atmosphere
A pillow fight of Christmas cheer
Crystal feathers floating down,
Blanketing the frozen ground.

Kindred flakes in snowy layers
Like frosted cakes, are answered prayers.
Sculpted by artistic winds
No two the same, there are no twins.

Nature’s creativity
Enraptures its complexity
The simple beauty of the flake,
A duplicate would be a fake.

Each is made with tender care.
A gift from God He chose to share.
His secret family recipe,
To teach originality.

RMB,OD 12/16/2004