Saturday, February 15, 2014

A Snowflake Fell




A SNOWFLAKE FELL 

BY JACK PRELUTSKY


A snowflake fell into my hand, a tiny, fragile gem,
a frosty crystal flowerlet
with petals, but no stem.

I wondered at the beauty
of its intricate design,
I breathed, the snowflake vanished, but for moments, it was mine. 

1 comment:

  1. Guess what Aiden? When you are 20 or 30 or 40 years old you'll still be able to recite this poem. Poems stick like super glue in your brain, just ask me, I'll recite some for you.

    BTW thank you for the nice "thank note" you sent me. It made me smile and I love you, too.

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