Snowing Poem by Rachel L. Z.

The flight towards love;
As wild as winter weather;
Each experience is unique.
Some fall fast
Hurdling towards the ground at a terrible speed.
Others are slow, dancing through the air;
Perfect and graceful;
Twirling, diving, and spinning so effortlessly.
Falling.
Yet the fall can't foreshadow the landing;
Sometimes the most dangerous path precedes the perfect ending.
The flake could end up safe, clinging tightly
To a tree or a rooftop,
Protected from the wind and the ground for
One more day.
Or it could be that the elegant journey ends in heartbreak,
The windshield of a car, just to be brushed off by the wipers,
Or the sidewalk, to be trampled by the feet of those that don't even notice.
Who know how many flakes will try?
Gathering their courage in the clouds before leaping again;
Hopefully with better aim.
Some will be successful,
Admired by the world
As they glitter with pride.
Others will be dirtied again
Mixed with mud and
Frozen over before the world recognizes the fearless attempt;
And though they will already be thinking towards
Trying again next winter,
History will probably repeat itself.