Novel Snowflake

Novel Snowflake

Sometimes they fall...

too fast to be counted
leaving me jotting down hidden notes
in the middle of a work meeting

clumped together
they splatter on my paper
mangled and senseless

too sparse and too slow
never completing their beautiful form
dissipating as they land on my lines

But sometimes they fall
crisp and clear
I can catch a crystal on my penpoint
and write a diamond full of words

March 16, 2004
Tressa Lee Breen

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