Flecks of Winter
Twirling through the sky to the depths of earth,
As big as a penny, you awe some and disgruntle others.
Stripped of your identity you stand in for a feeling,
A holiday, a mood, a season; you are winter symbol.
But what is it really like to be you?
What is it like to glide, float and loop outside our windows?
Do you enjoy it? Do you fear it? Do you even care?
I must admit, I feel a certain pang of jealousy;
As much as I am afraid of heights you make it seem so easy.
Perhaps I have the romanticized idea of what it is that you experience.
Maybe you don’t enjoy being tossed and turned around in cold streams,
Maybe your short-lived existence is undesired.
Yet as you fall slowly then quickly, as calm as rising lungs
I can’t help to think that you are still breathtaking.
As big as a penny, you awe some and disgruntle others.
Stripped of your identity you stand in for a feeling,
A holiday, a mood, a season; you are winter symbol.
But what is it really like to be you?
What is it like to glide, float and loop outside our windows?
Do you enjoy it? Do you fear it? Do you even care?
I must admit, I feel a certain pang of jealousy;
As much as I am afraid of heights you make it seem so easy.
Perhaps I have the romanticized idea of what it is that you experience.
Maybe you don’t enjoy being tossed and turned around in cold streams,
Maybe your short-lived existence is undesired.
Yet as you fall slowly then quickly, as calm as rising lungs
I can’t help to think that you are still breathtaking.