Birds of Snow

Snowflakes are the proud young doves

we cannot count, or catch,

crowding the air,

drifting from cloud-nests

to fulfill dreams of white.

Snowflakes are time's ripe swans,

all sailing into an anchored peace.

Flocks of snow at our feet

want to flurry us off

on their white, wintered plumage.

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.