Snowflakes are diamonds
From cold winter sky
sprinkled from grey clouds
To icy drifts, where they lie

Blanketing bare limbs
Of cold shivering trees
Through which they swim
swirling, swarms of crystalline bees

Individually formed,
no two are alike…and which with,
Mother Nature, the artist
Paints her canvas of white

Each snowflake is a delight
The best of which is among
The delight in a child’s eyes...When
snowflakes alight on the tongue