
Heart of a Snowman.
By David Milligan-Croft.
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Imagine yourself as a snowflake –
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One of billions
Of unique hexagonal prisms
Falling from the sky.
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Then we settle –
Some on the highway
To be churned into slush.
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Maybe on a mountain top
As an accomplice
To an avalanche.
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Perhaps, I am the heart
Of a snowman,
Or the dusting on a leaf of a tree.
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But when the sun awakens,
To warm the earth,
Don’t we all melt and disappear,
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As though we were never here?
But we haven’t gone,
We have merely transformed.
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Seeping into Mother Earth
To begin our journey
All over again.
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