"The Snowflake"
by Claudia Agustin

A speck of dust is formed from chilling wind
Spun by the wisps like a spider to its web

The winter nymphs kiss it as it soars
As it grows and flows through the bellows of gust

The wind holds its breath
And down down goes the flake
​
The ground burns, the ground sizzles
​And the snowflake is nowhere to be found