The snowflake!

i sit in one corner of my living room
dimly lit by a lamp in the opposite corner
a string of colored lights line my picture window
casting a warm glow round the room

the window frames a fairy foreland
pristine white all around
the hills in the distance - white!
the wind - howling as it races down the streets
whistling as it explores new alleys, corners and niches

i sit and watch the snowflakes prance
now heading east - motivated, in a hurry
like an army storming a fort
only to stop abruptly in a swirling eddy
suddenly lost - confused
only to find direction again.

but hark! it is not confusion
it is but a dance that the snowflakes dance
i see the rhythm - i listen to the music
the stopping and starting
the jaunting and jiving

i turn on a waltz and as i look out
I see - the rise and fall
now the man crisply driving,
now the woman carelessly drifting
now they both swirl into each other's arms

i wish i were a snowflake
free to flow,
free to follow the wind,
free to dance,
free to defy gravity...

even if only to eventually fall
to softly and genlty settle
to return once again to the volume
from where it all begins

i sit in one corner of my living room
dimly lit by a lamp in the opposite corner
a snowflake enjoying the dance
swaying to many tunes -
now a nocturne, now a waltz

where shall i fall?
when shall i fall?