Snowflakes
We got a feeble amount of snow, overnight.
Not enough to make a snowman or even
a respectable snowball. It is trying valiantly
to cover the grass and the sidewalk, yet
only manages to look like powdered sugar
on a homemade apple cake. Children don’t
even bother to put on snowsuits – they know
there will be no sledding, today. But if you look
carefully, you will see the intricate patterns of
those scattered flakes and marvel at their sparkle,
like magic diamonds strewn across the yard.
Poetics: New Year Snow
rhymeswithbug 
No matter the depth, the fact that we take pleasure in, marvel in the magic of snowflakes is in itself pure magic!! I enjoyed reading your poem.
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Candy, I enjoyed your poem about what snow is depends on who and how one is looking at it.
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