Snow Flakes Come

Snowflakes Come
By Chris Commodore © June, 2006

Ever so gently they float to the ground;
Together they set up impregnable banks.
In so many millions, yet never a sound;
No fuss about power or status or ranks.

Every winter they show up with millions of friends;
Like a huge band of brothers, they all settle down.
For hours and hours their dance never ends,
Their tapestry flaunted for months around town.

What visions their texture conveys to the eye;
Few pleasures can surpass this winter delight.
The blankets they weave in the spots where they lie,
As they silently whisper well into the night.

Then as if by planned action; all for one, one for all –
In cloud-like formations they rest and relent,
Then disband in slow motion until the next fall.
Throughout the meadows from Winter to Lent.

When vacationers leave, and the grand meadow larks,
No longer intone and the summer breeze chills;
When the tits and the foxes return to the parks,
Their dance they’ll repeat on the plains and the hills.