Flakes of Snow

The flakes float down,
accumulating,
implying a common theme.
One after the next
drop the tiny specks;
these snow flakes are my dreams.

These ambitions lie
in front of me, outside
in the unknown world.
But the west wind blows;
its insight shows
as my modest dreams are swirled.

Individually swept
and carried away
by a force I cannot know.
But through my sighs,
at last I realize
we’re all just flakes of snow.

Each flake, unique
and beautiful,
yet trivial as it’s created.
For soon winter gives way
to a warmer day;
its stint on earth is fated.

I ponder this as
the seasons change;
this wisdom doesn’t shake me.
When the swift breeze blows,
I shall go
wherever the wind takes me.



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