Snowflakes

I wonder if the snowflakes,
flying around the quad
are searching like I do

I wonder if inside of each one
is a little beating heart
aching for something more

I wonder if they look
around and see one
another and think, How Beautiful.

I wonder if they know
they can not even control
where they are going
or where they land

I wonder if the snowflakes
regret the shadows in their past
their days among the clouds

I wonder if the snowflakes
on the ground look
up in envy
of those in flight

or do they merely look
around and say,
I’ll never fly like they do
 

I wonder if they know
how much suffering they
cause with their frigid fingers

or how much joy they
bring to those
with hearts like children

I wonder if each one
desponds, surrounded
by many like it

or rejoices in the
effect the one can have
when entwined with the many

I wonder how the snow
feels as it slowly
disappears

Do they fade in peace
or overwhelmed by
the fiery flames of 32
do they burn in anguish?

Oh snowflakes, never
leave
me.

You make me wonder,
and to wonder
is a beautiful thing.