Looking at the snowflakes falling
to the ground reminds me of the
softness you always carried in
life– somehow despite how high you
fell you did it with grace–
I see the wind blowing hard, forcing
the crystallized droplets to blow everywhere–
yet like you, the snowflakes still land
smoothly without the slightest touch of disturbance.
Also appears in SpeedPoets Zine April 2010 Issue.