dust
has no words
in a quiet art
of freezing
particulate core
of a molecular heart
spinning six arms
in predetermined space
an arrangement
dictated through surface tension
until layered water
sends the spin downwards
in spiraled weight
the drift of feathers
through air
is as silent
but less unique
Susan Daniels Poetry 
the quiet art
of freezing…love this…and oh they’re artful indeed…each one unique..spinning in spiraled weight…lovely images
Claudia, thank you. Ah, I would rather have personified melting snow today, but alas, that is not to be…
Wonderful poetry Susan. But I agree that melting snow would be nicer.
🙂 that will come–at least that is what I keep telling myself!
Oh, I love, “the drift of feathers is as silent, but less unique”. beautiful imagery. i see the storms coming.
Thanks, Shrinks. It is easy to write about something this beautiful, although at this time of year, my appreciation is shaded somewhat by resentment.
indeed : )
what time, Susan, what time…
Thank you so much. Tried to mimic the fall.
Diction is really the key to accomplishing Negative Capability in poetry and you use pitch perfect language here. I love your take on the prompt (clearly your thinking cap is an old, cherished friend :D). Thanks so much for joining us today.
Anna, thank you. It was my pleasure to join in the fun!
smiles…spring will find you soon enough…just heard today we might get more snow this weekend…ack! the spinning 6 arms is a cool image….there is a certain hush as well that comes with snoe…so your silence works well..
Brian, thank you. I only hope it does not find all of us buried. Oh, I am such a whiner…
Love the snowflakes silently spinning downward ~ It’s what is happening outside my window ~
Ah, we must be neighbors of a sort (at least by latitude).
very nice!!
Jane, thank you!
I have seen enough snow this winter to last me a lifetime and still it shows no sign of stopping. But, I love the beautiful way you define a snowflake and now, the snow is more bareable as I try to see each little piece of individual beauty.
Tino–trust me, I identify. Those little bits of individual beauty are wonderful to watch falling–not so much when we have to shovel them away.
big sigh in, so beautiful….so glad to be back here. YOU are wonderful. That I could be away from reading these blogs for so long and come back to your poetry and for it to take my breath….priceless.:) Happy Snow Susan! From here I so appreciate it, especially served up as you do.:)
-Jennifer
Jennifer, thanks so much! I have missed you, woman, and am glad you (and your poetry) are back!
yeah, ok, I concede … snowflakes, individually, are uniquely pretty, it’s just when they gather in concert with others and seemingly NEVER go away … well, maybe we should just try to focus on their beauty, when falling, like feathers, only I have never had to shovel feathers … oh forget it, no matter what I try to say I just am so tired of all this “beauty”! Great poem Susan …
Thanks, purple, and I am up to my NECK in these little marvels of beauty, and I am SICK of them!
well thanks for keeping all that beauty to yourself 🙂 LOL My ummm beauty hsa barely gotten above my ankles hehehehe THINK SPRING !!
Well, technically speaking, it is not deep. I did, however, just see a picture from Michigan where it is way past anyone’s head, so perhaps I should quit complaining 😉
nah … comnplaining can be fun! Inspires poems even. But I think I have exhausted the I HATE snow, hurry up Spring types of poems … I need to find something else to write about.
know exactly what you mean. I think I pretty much killed it after I called March a bitch a few weeks ago.
Very delicate this quiet art of freezing…to me it sounds delightful as we don’t have snow here…feels it is created as I read.. Lovely Susan. 🙂
Di, thank you so much–glad you liked.
Complex, yet delicate – lovely to read…
Scott, thank you.
Wow this is stunning . You totally had me at the first stanza. I like how EVERY single word is important, every one matters. Lean and clever and beautiful!
Amy, wow, thank you.
Love the ending. I agree snow can be like feathers, but each snowflake has a different shape. That’s amazing to me.
Thank, Laurie–amazing to me too.
I love your description of a snowflake, but that’s as close as I care to get to the little frigid beauties.
🙂 I have been too close this year!
You have changed my opinion of dust by turning it into poetry.
Oddly enough, it was the first word of both my poems yesterday.
Your poem reminded me of a book I once had on the mathematics of snowflakes. Your poem is unique, just as the snowflake.
Rowan, thank you–and also thanking you for the follow.
The third stanza is where the excitement set in for me.
Thank you, David.
Great sense of breath held and the science of the snowflake..somehow combines to produce a feeling of wonder. Like the spareness of this.
Becky, thank you. i wanted to maintain a clean simplicity. Glad it worked for you.
Individual snowflakes are incredibly beautiful – and you’ve captured that well with your words. Collectively – well, we’ve not suffered as badly as some, but apparently we have more on the way. Whatever happened to global warming?
Hahaha–unfortunately, that is still there…coupled with a long, cold winter. Go figure.
Your new look is fun, Susan! reading again, I so enjoy your active verbs in this poem. they make the brevity all the more secure and interesting.
Thanks, Jane. I wanted to go a little less busy for a while 😉
Thanks for commenting again too.
..how pretty this is ..I wonder how many different poems have been written about snowflakes…to me this would stand out from beginning to ‘drifts of feathers’ end 😉
Katy, wow, thank you. That means a lot.
Quite lovely images you portray here. Thank you.
Thank you, Cosmo.
Beautifully done. Snow holds the same magic to me as it floats to the earth…
Anna :o]
Thanks, Anna. There is something to that slow spiral that is just hypnotic.
do you HAVE to make snow sound so wonderful? I’m sick of said beautious unique flakes. Love the poem tho. 🙂
LOL, I HATE the cumulative effect, but singly–sure–the idea and the reality of them are simply stunning. Hate to shovel the little stinkers, though.
yeah…safety in numbers? ha! if they came alone, i’d invite them in for a glass of wine…together..they are toast! i’ll shovel them into the road to get run over! 😉
A brilliant comparison of dust and feathers. But me thinks there is nothing so beautiful than the drift of different hued feathers drifting through the air 🙂
Now, that would be beautiful!