As an Autumn slowly secedes,

Partners of snowflakes begin their

Annual waltz amid the breeze.

While they but merrily glide,

There is something separate outside.

Though of the same soft shape and size,

The snowflakes all fall uniquely;

With some failing to get their prize.

Though they may be handsome and pretty,

They are alone when left in the city.

These snowflakes think between cold cries

And, fearing dark clouds above them,

Then breathe between despondent sighs.

But, as winter dwindles and dies,

Some are left to waltz with the butterflies.