SNOWFLAKE

Yes. I admit it. 

I’m one of those thunderin snowflakes

You’re always gabbin on about.

Sure. I’m only half a man

Compared to you.

I’m lightweight & 

I’m blown about

all over the gaff.

Fair enough. It’s as you say.

No kind of warrior am I atall. 

I’’ll melt away in one degree of heat

Or be shattered by a drop of rain.

I am like the plankton 

in the ocean. 

I am the very smallest fraction

Of the storm.

So very nearly nothing is my all.

Yet I am mysterious

and you cannot grasp me.

A wonderful once-off

Who wont be repeated.

I have no fear of windy gods.

Nor do I mourn 

the splitting oaks

As they go down.

I am a storm-shorn artwork.

I don’t mind this spinning fall.

It’s always been my element.

Soon, I’ll strike your earth

& brighten everything.

My kingdom come:

the woken ground.