You Won’t be Lonely Long
Only one snowflake? That can’t be.
How can a snowman be built?
We must have drifts, and white all around,
thick like a downy quilt.
Oh, don’t let me put you down, snowflake;
you are a gorgeous sight.
Falling from dreary skies of gray,
drifting into the night.
You twist and turn in the crackling breeze,
frigid enough to break
into a glittering silver dust;
there can be no mistake,
for miracles drift from a stormy sky
and more cannot help but trail
behind you, descending from heavenly home,
precursor of winter’s gale.
Jean, at 80, has been writing poems since she was 18. For 25 years she published a popular poetry quarterly of up to 100 pages, with a subscribership of nearly 500. Illness in 1986 ended the magazine. She currently publishes, by email, a 2-page monthly of clean humor. Contact her at email@example.com.