The Snowflake Convention

by K-onna Mason

The frosty fingers of winter

Touch pink embarrassment to my nose

As the moon shivers in the chilly air,

And draws on

The blanket

Of day.

The scene changes from clear crystal

To shades of gray

And I look through tempered grains of sand

To see

The fabled Mt. Olympus

Contentedly reclining

Against a pale, blue sky

He puffs away the angel clouds

Which softly freeze and float gently

To the sweeping Earth

Resting like cotton candy

On cars,

Huddled in an icy parking lot.

I turn away,

And smile

I have witnessed the start

Of the annual

Snowflake Convention.

Photo by Kelly Frehner

Photo by Shawn Caulder