Snowflakes

Snowflakes

I sit and watch as the snowflakes hit my windshield

For a moment they stick

I see their lovely intricate shapes

In a short while they melt

Then each rolls down as water

I think of them being created high up in the clouds

Each one starts from a spec of dirt

In the cold surrounded by others

Thin vapor encloses that spec

They grow too heavy and fall to earth

Now both the dirt and the water has returned

Back to its lowest state

Once again to join the rest

I am not saddened by this

For I know the cycle has no end

Reviews

[Diane]

Never thought of it that way. Kinda is depressing. I like the poem. Kind of gets ya thinking.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and reviewing this poem. It is about something being created over and over. So to me the last line stating the cycle has no end makes me smile because new snow flakes will be created.

[manisha]

wow what a beautiful poem simply beautiful. well fact is that i have never seen a snowfall in real. u described a beautiful imagery through your poem.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and reviewing this poem. I am glad you liked it. The entire image of this poem happened while I was waiting for the stop light to change and as beautiful snowflakes did hit my windshield and melt.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. I liked the description and your thoughts. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and reviewing this writing. This one came to me while waiting at a traffic light while the snowflakes did melt off the windshield.

[Coyote Poetry]

Snow can make our life difficult and you are welcome my friend.

[Emily]

Love that first line!
Keep it up!!

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. The first line is exactly how it happened as I was at a traffic light waiting for it to turn green. Person behind me had to beep their horn at me since I was not really there at the moment.

[Marianne Rose]

I can see the snowflakes and feel I've entered your heart as you contemplate them and realize the cycle of life contained in everything we witness, snowflake or other experiences. Beautifully written and clear contemplation that lets me see through your eyes and feel the affirmation of the cycle as it always has been here on earth.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and reviewing my writing. This was a poem that came to me fast while I sat in my car waiting for the light to change to green. All my children come to me in different ways some fast some slow.

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

This is one of the best nature-poems I have ever read. You have described everything so impeccably and wittily that one can go on and on reading this piece again and again. Great imagery. Keep writing.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. I am so glad you liked it and enjoyed the imagery.
read moreThank you for reading and reviewing my poem. I am so glad you liked it and enjoyed the imagery.

[Nessly]

Snowflakes are beautiful and intricate. This poem reminded me of playing in snow and making paper flakes as a child. Nice write, Cerveise!

[H.L. Cerveise]

As I sat waiting for the light to change so I could continue on this writing came to me. I am glad you you liked it and it brought back good memories.

[Diamond]

HL...as always you live my idea.. the last two lines are enlightening. Lovely and pleasant. Thank you.

[H.L. Cerveise]

I am glad you liked the last two line. Because I know you were seeing I was talking about the cycle of the soul and not just the snow flake.

[Darian B.]

To me though, that's the saddest part. The speck of dirt works so hard to become a snowflake only to be let down over and over again. It never gets a chance to be special because the very thing that makes it unique is the thing that forces it to once again become one with the masses. The imagery was perfect though, since I live in California, I don't get to see many snowflakes but I could envision the flake falling and melting in this piece. Once again, a great read from a great poet!

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you so much. This came to me as I was sitting at a red light, and it happened just like I wrote it. This was again a poem that came so easy and quickly.