Snowflakes of the Storm
By Cindy Nemitz
Cold and airy we slowly form
One, two, three or more and now a storm
The wind whips through the air
Upward, downward without a care
Whirling, twirling as if confused
The delicate design is now abused
But with the strength of mighty steel
Crystal angles tightly spin in the reel
All around the air is blurred
Now the force be not deterred
Spiraling downward we do go
Into a storm we build and grow
The flakes of snow all around
Slowly flow to the ground
A forceful blizzard we may be
But wondrous too you must agree
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