John D. Hamilton
"A Snowflake In Summer"
A precise and chiseled shape,
a flake of purest white
with no place in winter.
Summer holds tight its words for this,
strewn and swept in streams
and soft breeze evenings.
Nature has its ways of collecting
and in cool water reflection
I sit and try the riddle.
"They must be shaped in the fall."
I offer, and for once, on you, this is not lost.
"They must be shaped in the fall."
Posted March 13, 1997
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