POSSESSION

With the avidity
of a child
I followed the course
of a spot of white...
as it fluttered down
from the big grey dome
onto my palm
fragile and alone.
I gazed at it
in silent wonder
longing to hold it
to me forever....
but within moments
the snowflake lost its form
and all I was left holding
was a cold tingle
in an otherwise empty palm.