The Snowflake

From afar it is a speck of white:
a tiny part of a giant world.

On closer inspection
every line etched into its glassy surface
tells a story without words
with the icy feeling on the tip of your tongue.

It flutters to the ground so quickly you might miss
each one yearning to be noticed,
perceived.

It pleads
f
a
l
l
s
and disappears.