Large Fierce Mammal

Last year I published a poem here in celebration of Mrs. LFM’s birthday. Today we celebrate another, and if you’ve read what I put here yesterday, you’ll know this to be an unusually special one.

Today as a blizzard swirls around us, I’m building on the foundation of last year with two more verses dedicated to the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and another that’s about to happen to that other wondrous thing called US. Happy birthday My LOVE.

A snowflake’s born in regions far
From where it’s meant to light.
It seems to ride without control
In random windblown flight.

But random isn’t what defines
Where snowflakes come to rest.
Their destiny will bring them home
On paths that can’t be guessed.

You see, wherever snowflakes land,
On ground or upturned face,
No snowflake can be said to find
A wrongful resting place.

Nature blessed me with this Truth,
She gave a gift to me –
My Snowflake landed in my arms,
Right where she’s meant to be.

And, glorious morn! This natal day
That marks my Snowflake’s birth
Rides in on wint’ry wings of snow
And brings a gift to Earth.

A host of happy snowflakes dash,
And rattle every door!
Proclaiming news that soon there’ll be
One glorious Snowflake more!