Tiny shards of ice Bouncing off the ground Like shattered glass Mimicking the sound
Yearning to be snow Intricate as lace Instead, micro mirrors Searching for a face
Hoping to float, flutter Dart like a bee Sorry little rain drop Tis not cold enough To be
My first poem I ever gave a serious try.... Was under my truck doing a repair... Suddenly, I hear a strange sound, I turn my head and see sleet bouncing off the ground... Went home and did my poetic best to describe