Colin F. Jones

SNOWFLAKES

Snowflakes are like people; none the same,
A host of wondrous forms and different shapes,
That settle on the ground but don’t remain,
For none from the new spring sun escapes,
Melting into cracks formed in the ground,
To vanish into nothing you can see,
A brief spectacle of wonderment profound,
Living forms that were never meant to be.
So we do make the best of what we can,
Invent some warmth when the day is cold,
Spread near and far until the summer ban
Denies us life before we’re really old,
That is it; we change with changing change,
Subject to all that life doth rearrange