from Snowflake Bentley
by Jacqueline Briggs Martin
Considering snowflakes seems at first
as futile as considering stars
or the sprouted leaves of the
forest canopy.
The infinity of stars is the
stuff of dreams
or reality.
The vast black canopy is
cozy safeness
or fear of
something lurking.
But
snowflakes are unique in the world
soft, fragile, gone in an instant--
like babies.
I marvel at them all.
--stay curious!