The weather man called for snow today so I stared at the sky of gray
It was overcast with gray clouds everywhere promising to send snow our way
The clouds were dark and yet somehow bright, illuminated by the sun
I stared into its’ dark brightness to see if the snow had begun
Then one lonely snowflake drifted from the sky and slowly to the ground
I watched it descend and watched for more but they were not to be found
The lone snowflake lay quietly unnoticed under the maple tree
The flake so small was unnoticed by all for it was too tiny to see
I once again stared into the winter sky to see if there were more snowflakes to fall
But it seemed to offer nothing more; just one lonely snowflake was all
Yet I will keep a watch throughout my day searching the sky so gray
For I perceive that there may be more than just one snowflake to fall today
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exciting. the author took something so simple, again i used painting, and painted a canvas of something (SNOWFLAKE) so obvious into colorful phrases of art.myself, i felt how fragile a single snowflake is and the autors writing gave the poem a background of urgency as he expanded the view of where it might be and even more enjoyable was the way the author drawed out the fact they has to be another. great poem, a very intresting point of view.
Hugs, Diana..
With Love,
Cindy