It falls from above me
Slowly, carefully.
Each little line different from the rest.
It drops right towards me
And lands on my nose.
I suppress a giggle
As the cool snowflake
Melts into my skin.
As they fall
I become more conscious of
Where each snowflake lands
Chilling my face to an icicle.
I smile up at the sky
Wishing for a second that
I was that snowflake falling
Falling
Into winter.
Slowly, carefully.
Each little line different from the rest.
It drops right towards me
And lands on my nose.
I suppress a giggle
As the cool snowflake
Melts into my skin.
As they fall
I become more conscious of
Where each snowflake lands
Chilling my face to an icicle.
I smile up at the sky
Wishing for a second that
I was that snowflake falling
Falling
Into winter.
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futurefemalepitcher
Nov 18, 2018
I love your perspective of wishing to be a snowflake!