I must be a snowflake.

Pristine and fragile as the storm rages.

In the shadow of the ice hills, I tumble

searching for home.

Never landing.

Always floating, tumbling, hurting.


Where are you?

Where are you steady and gentle home?

3 replies on “Snowflake”

I’m sure we will, too, Jason. ☺️And then we’ll lose it again, and find it again, and repeat- for the rest of our lives.☺️ps- I hope you’ve been well! x


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