A Snowflake Poem by Phil Soar

There's a crystal clarity within a snowflake
It mesmerises mind and sight alike
It's like a spirograph with detailed symmetry
And never fails to set the mind alight

It falls as if it's really on a mission
Develops as it falls to reach the ground
Its heaven in an ice cold grey horizon
And lands to earth without making a sound

And leaving in its wake a pure white surface
Mixed in with others of its kind it glows
You never know how long it will delight us
And miss it when it finally melts and goes