snowflake

melts

in

my

hand

disappearing like a dream

and turning into tears

drops

hitting

the

ground

and uniting with the soft snow

I look up at the sky

dark

clouds

heavy

above

my head

I stare and notice more snow falling down

in the shape of heavenly snowflakes

miraculous

on

their

own

formed and sculptured in the shape of

perfectly

designed

stars

twisting and whirling themselves

in the white galaxy

of crystal ice

frost scribes its design

covering our pane with lace

laughter breaks the Ice

#ShortWinterPoem

#Challenge

So away fly the birds with their song

When the days become short, nights are long

The hard ground will be dusted with snow

And the evergreens' needles will glow

Left behind, only ones that belong

In the winter, harsh winds they'll be strong

Moving snow drifts and people along

The tall grass and the tree trunks don't grow

Away fly the birds

In the cold, heavy clouds do prolong

Hoary frosts that cling tight to the lawns

And the mammals that burrow below

Don't emerge so their numbers won't show

In the stillness of snow-covered dawn

Away fly the birds

(c) 2017 Miriam Ruff

[A rondeau in anapestic trimeter.]