Skeletal starving structure
Glistening in the winter sun
Short lived existence
So sad in your beautiful persistence
I watch you disappear
No one will know you were ever here
You are but teardrops in my hand
You won’t stain
Just wash away
Hanging hidden chrysalis
Mini fragments of stretched fingers
Reaching the icy edges of creation
Cracking as I gaze
Soon spring will erase
There is a painful beauty to this, life is so transient
I love the imagery you conjure with the starkness of the anatomy of the snowflake and the poignancy of its transience