Snowflake Stone

Whispering in the wind,
Dull as winter with no fire.
Twirling in the breeze,
Graceful as embers spreading through a forest.

Like clouds reaching over grey skies,
Like daisies falling in a meadow,
All imprisoned in one stone.

Imprinted on the surface,
With nowhere to hide.
Suspended in time,
Like a broken clock face.

A symbol of purity,
Smooth like a blank canvas.
Dark like a shattered screen.

All lost and frozen