March 2019
Jeannie E. Roberts
jeannie.roberts@jrcreative.biz
Living in the Midwest offers much natural beauty and many of my poems try to capture the essence and imagery of the seasons. In "Snowflakes," the reader is taken on a descriptive journey, one that contains movement and musicality. "Snowflakes" is an older poem, written in 2013. I believe it's successful in its delivery of image, internal rhyme, and hopefulness. To learn more, please visit www.jrcreative.biz.​

Snowflakes

 
Down from gelid heights, cascading
the ashen night, shapes arise, crystallize,
in ice. Forms morph and merge,

shape feather and frozen fern, a collection
grows, the medley flows, from seed
of sleet and snow. Some yield an hour-

glass; its moments hurry past, six-fold
arms bearing crown-like charms in white. 
Others spin their way, keep pace

with fine crochet, weave crystal webs
where floating threads alight.
And hexagonal spools loop pillars,

capped and tooled, columnar-shapes,
reminiscent of ancient Greek design.
Here needles pierce the air, pair with pins

and slips of hair, and crosses stick
to clusters thick with rime. Down from
gelid heights, cascading the ashen night,

snowflakes fall, their final call arrives.
From air to Earth, cycles turn from death
to birth. Seasons change and all that fades
away endures.
"Snowflakes" was originally published in An Ariel Anthology
©2019 Jeannie E. Roberts
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