One Snowflake
I try to give
one snowflake
my full attention.
I focus on one.
Just one.
Its shine. Its spin.
I almost memorize
each sleek edge.
Until the wind
grabs it, tugs it, throws it
around, over, through
so many snowflakes.
Great gusts of snowflakes from ground to sky
one thick sheet of snow! Where’d mine go?
I know my snowflake is still there.
Somewhere.
Even when I can’t see it.
one snowflake
my full attention.
I focus on one.
Just one.
Its shine. Its spin.
I almost memorize
each sleek edge.
Until the wind
grabs it, tugs it, throws it
around, over, through
so many snowflakes.
Great gusts of snowflakes from ground to sky
one thick sheet of snow! Where’d mine go?
I know my snowflake is still there.
Somewhere.
Even when I can’t see it.
This poem is copyright (©) Francine Rockey 2024
About the Writer
Francine Rockey
Francine is the author of TO FIND TREASURE IN THE MOUNTAINS (forthcoming with Yosemite Conservancy 2022). She carries poems with her everywhere she goes. Her words have appeared in the Mom Egg Review, The Scriblerus, and are forthcoming in The Coil. She lives in Bend, Oregon with her forever valentine and young sons where they often find poems under waterfalls.
