A Single Snowflake
By E. E. Rawls
A single snowflake drifts alone
Falling from the clouds of its birth
From a world of gray and white.
All is silent, the air still, no stirring of life
As the snowflake drifts farther, farther down
To touch upon the foreign surface that is ground.
The snowflake can feel its limbs soon melting,
The core of its being heated by the grassy surface,
Soon it will disappear, never to be remembered,
A lonely speck of white.
Just as the snowflake begins to accept its sad fate
Something white floats from the grayness overhead,
Followed by another something, and then another:
Snowflakes are drifting down
A gathering of all shapes and sizes
To land upon the ground alongside the single snowflake.
The snowflake felt its core cool and its melting cease
As together the combined ice of many snowflakes
Lowered the surface temperature.
The snowflake looked about, left and right
Surrounded by others, knit closely with them,
And a new feeling took hold in its core.
There was one thing that did melt away:
And that was the solitude.
As the snowflakes layered firmly together as one
Children laughed and played in their fluffy white,
Snowmen were built, snowballs were thrown,
Winter had arrived
Building the bonds of new friendships and family,
Even for a single snowflake.