In a Nimbostratus cloud I formed.
a trooper of the coming storm.
From a droplet, cold, alone,
my Starry crystal flake was formed
Expelled from my Eden by the wind
Thus did my descent begin.
Swarovski can’t produce my equal.
I’m unique- they’ll be no sequel.
Perhaps I’ll help cover your grass
Or, with the others, clog your paths.
On roads I’ll make your rear wheels slide
And make you wish you’d stayed inside
I glide in, glittering, past street lights
The earth already wrapped in White
Surprised I am to melt so young
captured on your daughter’s tongue.
Wonderful change-up in the ending after the wintry descriptions. 10! Chuck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahh, such a creation- such a beginning and such hopes- and your daughter catches it on her tongue! I like that.