Swirling as I shake them in a globe or sparkling over a make believe palm tree in the tourist center place at Wal-mart
coming down dizzy cold melting each unique like a friendship tasted
and made a part of your being
thought and feelings
looking up and touching each one with the tip of my tounge as a child
wondering where the snowflakes come from
or who draws the pictures on the bus windows in the frost
or who makes the pictures in the clouds? My gradnfather on the Indian Reservation said God uses the indian paintbrush flowers to paint sky pictures. I know that was not true, but it was still beautiful
snow spiarrling down
walking with someone and being warm
snuggling when you are cold
good faith like warm chocolate to the soul
friendship makes one feel happy and whole
and alive
not plastic like a globe on a shelf at the store among all the others