It was the first time it snowed this year

I went out to Prospect Park

I put my hands in the air

I danced upon the snow covered ground

Snow drifted down on visiting winds

Blanketing everything around me

I would hold out my palms

To catch the snowflakes

I caught so many little crystal wonders

Little delicate geometric worlds

They landed on my warm tongue

On my lashes that guarded my blue eyes

On my hair and on my shoulders and on the tip of my nose

I would run around catching all these snowflakes

Holding out my hands to catch as many as I could

But I never caught the one snowflake I wanted to catch

© 2012 David Greg Harth

12.01.21.09:00:00@ProspectParkNYC