Winter Magic Poem by Jacquie StewartHeimann

A tiny snowflake
Alone
Drifting, twirling
On gentle breezes

Floating
Over quiet woods
Barren fields
Searching

Below a playground
Filled
With laughter, songs
Happy children

Under a barren tree
A child sits
Quiet, sad
Alone

The breeze freshens
Stirring branches
The child looks up
Eyes widen

Face brightens
In surprise, wonder
Tongue darts out
Excitedly

The snowflake
With a gentle sigh
Floats down
Lands

Eyes light up
With delight, warmth
Absorbing the magic
Of winters first snowflake