The Path

By

Jennifer Angelina Petro

Each snowflake carries within

Its center a piece of light.

It shines for a moment, like

A little star in a vast galaxy

Drifting in unseen winds,

Until the sun desires its company,

And then, full of surprise

And trembling, the cold sheathe

Dissolves, and the light turns

Upon hearing its name,

And flies upwards.