The Snowflake Poem by Wolfie God

The flakes of white tickle my tongue,
Empty of taste but wonderfully cold.
I keep my eyes closed, squinting when they land on my face,
Soft and tickling on my skin.
I laugh.

The flakes of white cover my shoes,
Soaking through the leather.
I walk slowly, annoyed by the bitter cold,
Chilling and cold
I grimace with my head down.

The flakes of white cover the driveway,
Thick and full of a white bliss.
I grab the shovel, with a welcomed comfort.
Heartfelt and fulfilling
I smile.

The flakes of white mask my boots,
Cold and slushy like runny oatmeal.
I get my routine with a sigh of lost youth.
Regretful and changing
I think.

The flakes of white fall on the shed,
Showing the wear of the roof and paint.
I comb my grey hair looking forward to the next year.
Anticipating and weakening
I age

The flakes of white cover the ground,
White and velvety smooth in looks.
I watch them silently.
Knowing and wiser
I lived.