Mistakes Snowflakes

A time.. many times,
Mistakes showered like snowflakes,
I did know not,
But I shot them up;

They flew pappy,
Settled hard on the ground,
Around me;

(Not that really,)
But I woke,
After my fingers grew numb,
And lips cut blue,
As unbearably quiet,
The cold around me rose,

My harsh expulsion turned into yelling,
But ricocheted back at my face like frosty flare;

Till I stopped and hopped in,
To fix the snowflakes,
I mean mistakes;

Except before I try,
To my surprise,
β€˜No need,’
I realize;

Snowflakes did nothing wrong,
Mistakes wrought wisdom along.

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Shards Of DuBois says:

    lol love me some snowflakes! πŸ™‚

    1. Snowflakes on your way, Deb! =)

    2. Shards Of DuBois says:

      getting some tonight!! yippee! πŸ™‚

  2. great poem ! Very insightful. Have a peaceful holiday.

    1. You too Annie!
      Thank you.

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