The beauty of snowflakes
Snowflakes they say, generically
meaning no compliment, sneering
so not beautiful, like feathers swan fluffed and fell
not gorgeous as starlight, sugar-sweet shine
a million million patterns, each unique design
but something damp and feeble
not enduring, gone in a moment, come the sun
no backbone no grit, tenacity- clearly none.
And thus dismissed a generation born as the century changed
one to specify, come trailing clouds of glory
heaven-sent
a child to bring a smile, her family’s delight
and like her friends she learned of causes
early made aware, ignorance not possible
when all the world’s on line.
Now see them take a stand, object, reject
take step by step, some setbacks
demons faced and fought.
Clear and strong, Millennials’ song
persisting insisting not feeble nor frail
the beauty of snowflakes whirled in a storm
hurl of the wind or the wolf in the cold.
In the sound of their singing hear their story unfold.
July 13th 2020 Hounoux, for Lily with love
