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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I love the immediacy of your poem, Candy, there seems to be a lot of snow in some parts of the US. I love that yours ‘is trying valiantly to cover the grass and the sidewalk, yet only manages to look like powdered sugar’, and how you zoom in on ‘the intricate patterns of those scattered flakes and marvel at their sparkle’.
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What I love most with even a small dusting of snow is that the dark becomes brighter.
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I love “the intricate patterns of those scattered flakes.” 😀
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Very economical! Nicely done! (You might want to consider publishing — list of publications that accept poems previously posted on blogs: https://zumpoems.com/2025/10/14/poetry-publications/)
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Beautiful wintery wonder! Awesome imagery.
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I like the quiet disappointment with the first line! Nicely written 👏
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