Snowflake<\/b>
\nTiming’s everything. The vapor rises
\nhigh in the sky, tossing to and fro,
\nthen freezes, suddenly, and crystallizes
\ninto a perfect flake of miraculous snow.
\nfor countless miles, drifting east above
\nthe world, whirling about in a swirling free-
\nfor-all, appearing aimless, just like love,
\nbut sensing, seeking out, its destiny.
\nFalling to where the two young skaters stand,
\nhand in hand, then flips and dips and whips
\nitself about to ever-so-gently land,
\na miracle, across her unkissed lips:
\nas he blocks the wind raging from the south,
\nleaning forward to kiss her lovely mouth.
\n~ William Baer, from Borges and Other Sonnets<\/i>
\nI love the poem above as it has brought such beauty to something so small we hardly think about. I imagine the writer when he wrote it–it must have been one of those savouring-the-simple-pleasures-in-life kind of moments for him. The imagery the poem conjures is lovely and one day I would hope to see snow fall (so far I’ve always visited temperate countries in summer) with that special someone…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Snowflake Timing’s everything. The vapor rises high in the sky, tossing to and fro, then freezes, suddenly, and crystallizes into a perfect flake of miraculous snow. for countless miles, drifting east above the world, whirling about in a swirling free- … Continue reading