Cold it may be
or possibly not.
There may be treats there,
but sweets? Not a lot.
To hold one is ludicrous;
foolish & not done!
But oh, what beauty be
contained in just one.
Wonder if they parade
in their tiny town squares?
Do they have Snow Queens
to preside over such affairs?
What of their government?
Their proud heads of state?
With brief lives from
cloud to ground,
Why worry their fate?
Take from the snowflake
its single joy in living:
to be seen or not, it's
most happy in giving
a peek at the endless,
wondrous worlds they create;
that single, lone, mighty snowflake.
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