Sketching Snowflakes Poem by Phil Soar

I tried to sketch the snowflake
Before it hit the ground
Its beauty left me speechless
Like all the flakes around
Passing by my windowsill
Like falling grains of sand
Some falling on the panes of glass
And some upon my hand

The window slightly open
Helped to open out the scene
As flakes fell ever faster
Upon the grass so green
But still my artists easel
And the paper waiting there
Held nothing but an empty space
As flakes fell through the air.