Maples without leaves
Pointing their bare hands
To the darkened sky
Stand sadly
Along the foot path
Waiting....
Waiting for the snow flakes
For the snow flakes
To float down from far far away
To gather around their cold fingers
And sparkle for a moment....
Yes, just for a moment....!
Rowving Smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snow-flowers/
