Snowflakes

By Nancy Scott

I've always wanted snowflakes
to hold in my hands;
to examine at my leisure.
They hit my face fluffy or stinging--
frisson of fairyland

I may have snowballs and snowdrifts,
but snowflakes elude
to water on cheeks and fingers
that no tongue can catch;
that flicker near an eye-blink.

But now you bring me crystals to explore.
I hold them and know of snowflakes.
Jagged, smooth, triangles, not-quite-squares. 
They let me have my fingers' fill of them.
I, too, may have my snowflakes. 

Nancy Scott's over 850 essays and poems have appeared in magazines, literary journals, anthologies, newspapers, and as audio commentaries. Her latest chapbook appears on Amazon, The Almost Abecedarian. She won First Prize in the 2009 International Onkyo Braille Essay Contest. Recent work appears in Black Fox Literary Magazine, Braille Forum, Chrysanthemum, Kaleidoscope, One Sentence Poems, Shark Reef, Wordgathering, and The Mighty, which regularly publishes to Yahoo News.