A snowflake drifts slowly earthward.
Coming to rest on my coat sleeve.
It looks so frail there,
a small tiny figure,
just a water droplet of icy lace.
It must mean something
its shape is unique.
A small face confronted
by no contests,
For it is the only
one like it to be.
Its beauty is one
throughout all the universe.
I turned away for just a second
to search for another.
I looked for one
to which I could compare.
I saw one and thought it similar.
I turned to mine but
the tears came and I cried.
For the one on my sleeve had melted.
