wildcat

And so there were three.

Three thoughts concerning snowflakes. 

She dreamed she could fly

way off into the big blue sky.

All she really wanted

was to leave her worries behind

soar like a hawk

or maybe a dove.

Somedays she was a hawk

and others a mourning dove.

here i stand – amidst the trees  

i hear the echoes of wind 

that whistle through this valley 

for evermore

my intuition,
she whispers,

"they're worried,"

she whispers,

"it's not safe,"

she tells me things i could not see with my eyes
and always, i listen

What do you wonder,

just by yourself?

What do you dream?

Say nothing else.

Tell me your hopes,

your wishes,

your every desire,

'cause life is short,

days aren't long.

If you wish