Snow Flakes


A purple moon
glides along an orange sky
Below the meadow looks
like a blaze of raging reds
and sparkling blue hues

Pasty white snow flakes
drift gently toward the ground
I catch one in my hand

It is so small, beautiful and frail
it begins to melt
the moment I touch it

Then it is gone
Forever

I think to myself
that’s all there is!
Just a series of fragile moments

That will never again return
or ever be the same