Each snowflake silently falls just like each thought, one comes then another Quicker now they come as if a flurry swarming around my head until finally they fall Each one is unique none like the other sparkling in the light each one’s a gem I try to cherish them all even the sad and broken ones because without broken you won’t know happy How could these silent snowflakes not bring happiness The sound of peace and zen I try to remember this next time my head swarms with flurries of snowflake thoughts
Prompt: “Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem.---William H. Gibson