Snowflakes

The temperature outside is dropping,
and the leaves have almost all fallen.
The cold harsh winds of winter,
whip across my face.
The park is quiet and still.
The grass has turned yellow and brittle.

I tuck my face deeper into my scarf.
His scarf.
His soft sweet sent still lingers on it.
I inhale deeply, and close my eyes.
The wind still blowing strongly,
I wrap my arms around myself
to keep warm.
As I open my eyes,
a small white speck lands upon my sleeve.
As I look closer,
I can see a detailed snowflake.

So elegant and fragile,
when help up into the sun light,
it sparkles so brightly.
But it quickly melts away when touched.

Snowflakes are allot like being in love.
It is small and precious,
elegant yet fragile.
It sparkles like a thousand diamonds.
But can quickly melt away.
And just like snowflakes
No two are alike.

Once they leave, they never come back.
So small but when piled up,
create larger mounds.
Very much like love,
feelings can start off small,
but after a while build up into something bigger.

Come spring,
it all melts away,
and seems as though it were never there.
The park still silent, as I sit
upon the bench under pine trees.

The wind blows harder
and I wince in pain,
i bury my face into the scarf and jacket.
It's so cold out side.

The sun begins to set,
and the wind picks up,
I open my eyes and begin to stand,
when a soft deep voice,
whispers "sorry I'm late"
I quickly spin around
and see your face.

Love, much like the snow,
inspiring and breathtaking,
yet fragile and snesitive.
Sometimes it doesn't last,
but sometimes it melts into water,
just to be come snow again next winter...

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2008