A single flake falls, freezing a trail,
it lodges, pitched upon the wall,
icing uneven grey stone defiant,
it waits for its brothers, alone.
Not for long; a flurry of activity
follows and they hurry along,
drifting in winds, winding down
to settle, together, a new home.
They blend together, stronger
to cover the wall and spill over,
to erase frozen leaves and mud
and to make a child’s day
and they all come out, hollering
and happy, rolling balls of snow,
they play where we see misery,
laughing as they become men.
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