Snow Globes make me sad.
Such simple,
stationary things,
so easily upset by being
turned round.

There's something rotten
about the way
the cheerful snow and glitter
flurry about
and float effortlessly
into a quiet mound
on the bottom...
still
and forgotten,
until someone takes an interest
to turn their world upside down,
and for a moment,
just a moment,
the Snow Globe is brimming with life
and magic...
and then it settles,
and is forgotten.

Snow Globes make me sad.