SNOWFLAKE

i sit on a snowflake

on a branch

in front of your house.

i watch as the rest join me

and listen to the silence

of this tree 

as you drink your coffee

and look out the window

seeing the snow fall

but not me

a gentle wind carries me

across this pristine blanket

as the door opens

i land on your cheek

and feel your warmth

before i melt into you.

Reviews

[Emily B]

this reminds me of an Edna St. VIncent Millay poem, softer and sweeter though

much love