From clear white skies they fall.
Almost appearing out of nothingness, they gently float to earth. Different sizes, each unique in design, yet fundamentally the same, they float down, lightly touching where they land.
They collide with each other, they lean against each other, and they carry each other. They form different mounds where they lay, each integral to the mound. Each with a duty and sent down with a purpose.
Within minutes, each begins to dissolve and evaporate, leaving behind a wet spot that once held their place.
They aren’t forgotten.
Just like a snowflake, though gone for now, your spot remains amongst us all.
Comments (7)
Gorgeous photo and lovely prose.
Hm..wonderful pics…mmh…in here,there is no snow so hopefully one day I can taste snow..
I totally missed this post on my last read, it is great.
What a beautifully sere photo. Where did you take it? Your poem matches the melancholy perfectly.
I love wintry landscapes. Beautiful ending to this blog post: “Just like a snowflake, though gone for now, your spot remains amongst us all.”
Thanks guys. Its been a rough week of loss.
The picture was taken in Northern Sweden.
Lola,
Sorry to hear of your loss.