It is sad to be a limpid snowflake
look up and millions are falling down
and they are all around just like you.
On the ground littered with snow,
Hard trampled cold snow
From solitary beautiful and crystalline
to a minutia in a frozen landscape.
If lucky you can land on top of a wooden pool
and hope the weather will hold.
You will blow down from your perch, become one of them
and later reduced to slush