Snowflake 

This Snowflake doesn’t melt.

It does a hyperbole of energy

Upon my window pane,

An energetic dance of Life

And all things wonderful.

I smell the orange slices and the clove,

The Mistletoe,

But that is just my cologne.

This Snowflake has captivated me

In ecstasy,

To watch it whirl and twirl,

Plié, 

And with a magic arabesque,

It flies away.

But I am here dancing in my heart.

I’m glad my car wouldn’t start .

I’m glad I couldn’t turn the heater on,

So I will never know if that alert piece

Of frozen snow

Would have ever defrosted

Or not.

Instead of doom,

 I’ve got a wild idea in my head.

Brightness has replaced my gloom, and I’ve been cheered,

Dare I say, by something most consider to be

Inanimate?

-jenn