“Crystal after Crystal”

Another snowy evening

All alone

I walk down the holiday lit street

Snowflakes swiftly fall out of the sky and onto my shoulder

I try to catch one with my fur mitten;

It melts immediately before I could even cherish its beauty

I tilt my head back and close my eyes

I catch crystal after crystal,

Melting at the tip of my tongue, dripping onto my chapped lips

Soothing my skin,

Making them soft again

Snow slows,

the moon comes out

A pale crescent, shining light

filling the sky with millions of diamonds.

I finally catch one;

but with bare hands

I began to run; too late

It melted leaving a small puddle in my palm,

Leaving me standing in the cold,

Searching for a new one