Journey Through A Window

The snowflakes fall outside the window
Emerging from the solid white sky
Until they break with the horizon
You can't see their form as they cry
Once apart form the mass
The individual design takes flight
Bouncing and flitting the flakes come
Large and beautiful-you'd swear fluffy
They sway in the wake of their kin's path
Until, the cluster gets close
Though you'd rather catch it on your tongue-
It instead finds its way to the window pane
I watch with interest as the cold friend meets its end.
For that moment
I hold my breath,
As I watch the flakes cling
To the cold for just an instant
Before it conforms to its creation
The flake met by a surface unfamiliar-
Folds
Wiggles
Melts
The once solid, now just a droplet
Awaits further addition
I watch the drop-
I look through the small display
To the cloudy white heaven above
I see the snowflakes fall outside the window.
Their journey has just begun.