a tiny snowflake

 

I walked into the city one cold windy day and saw a man in gray
He had an umbrella made of steel with fine lines on display
I had seen that kind of umbrella once before
Described in a story I read while sitting on the floor

I love the bright lights of the city against the icy wetness of the rain
The splash of the puddles on my feet and against the glass window panes
Reminds me of a little lost bear looking for home
And someone took him to a place where he would not be alone

The loud sounds of the city gets muffled by the night
And sometimes snowflakes on their downward flight
Absorb the sounds and even some smells so well
You feel like you are walking through an empty air well

It was in a windy city on the banks of a famous lake
That I saw and caught my first tiny snowflake
I let it rest on the sleeve of my dark brown coat
As I watched a thousand others descend and float

14 thoughts on “a tiny snowflake

  1. Pingback: a tiny snowflake – The Militant Negro™

  2. I loved this piece! It had such a wonderful feeling to it, a wonderment that was truly lovely! Especially loved the warm and intimate feeling of your close. Treasuring your first tiny snowflake on your coat as your own for it selected you to fall upon while all the others fell around you never to know your love for your snowflake!

    So happy to see you are still in love with snow! Are you saving up for a trip to your favorite place?
    Blessings to you, Gina,
    Chuck
    xo

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