Considering Snowflakes

Their intricate patterns were even more beautiful than he had imagined. He expected to find whole flakes that were the same, that were copies of each other. But he never did.
                                                                      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!