Sky Lace Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Sky lace,
You're not for sale.
You're freezing and delicate.
You're so frail.

You land on my caressing hand,
And I let you stay there.
Sky lace your design is brilliant.

Your heavenly,
Trajectory,
Made me,
Wonder a lot.

Why when you land on Earth,
You're designed by snow a lot,
To be so lovely,
By an artist you were taught.

To be so breathtakingly pretty.
I look up and see,
Not one snowflake, not two snowflakes
But three.

Oh delicately designed heavenly lace.