A single flake of snow

Author's Note : This is just a poem I wrote for a journal. It talks about a snowflake, and about how no two are alike. But I meant for it to have a deeper meaning as well. 

A single snowflake falls from the blanketed sky

A single flake, its own being, unique

Falling softly toward the ground

To meet its brothers 

A frozen raindrop, crystallized by 

The icy breath of winter

Feathery crystals all around it

But for the moment, it is alone

A crystalline flake of snow

Looking like fairy dust sprinkling the ground

with magical power

This cold dust warms people's hearts

How ironic

A single snowflake, once separated from its friends

family, now rejoins and rejoices

But for a single moment

It is sad

For that small time in the sky, free floating

It was special, unique

Nobody else was like them 

And now that shape is lost in the crowd

Unless

Unless a hand reaches out to that flake

Catches it in their gloved palm

Cold enough to keep its shape

The flake is still unique

But perhaps

Perhaps that fate is not better

Because although they are kept individual

Eventually the hand will get tired of the flake

and it has a choice

The hand can choose the fate of the flake

It can decide to bring it inside

where it will melt into a raindrop once more

Or they can let it go

Rejoining the crowd 

But the hand has another choice

To crush the flake

to break its precious arms

crush the only thing it has

Which is better?

Which fate is better

Being crushed by a hand that once admired you

Or to be forgotten by the past

swallowed up by the crowd

Until Spring

Where it will all melt away