Snowflakes Journey

Frost licks every twig
every blade, topping roofs
with Jack-glitter. Minus
degrees attract
her grey mantle; inhaling
pure ether as she comes.

Sisters float beside me-
let the goddess' gentle
winds brush me; guide me oh guide me down
to him.

I craft you with a silver pin
Etching a unique pattern, your pattern.
Cherish your aura,
for he will adore you.

The goddess whispered:
"find one flake"
My roots tingled, no
longer shrivelled. As skies
turned silver, natures pulse
echoes my entirety.

He presents to me--
each crisp grass blade stands to
attention. I hope he knows
the steps.

She lands--
resting on me, content;
she melts.