Snowflakes
Snowflakes
slowly dust down
through an uncertain sky
like torn bits of old love letters.
I hear his voice, soft as snow on my face,
reach to catch delicate crystals,
come away with nothing,
white on cold white,
snowflakes.
Copyright 2008 Marianne McNamara


Comments: 24
Snow has an ethereal quality, like love sometimes does, fragile and almost too perfect for this world. Thank you for seeing this in my simple words.
Love can leave us empty at times, even though we seek fulfillment. I appreciate your kind words.
Thank you for your generous compliment!
I think you're seeing flashbacks of that old Minnesota snow you managed to escape! I really do appreciate your nice comment.
LOL - Love letters or perhaps junque mail???
Thank you for commenting!
Nice of you to say so!
Thank you for taking the time to read & comment on my poem. It's very kind of you.