Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Sighting

Within the cold and numbing womb

Is formed this one unique alone.

The freezing forces bring to bloom,

To birth this one of nature's own.

This one awaits with countless more

Till beckoned by an icy blast

To where this one's not been before.

In nature's way this one is cast

In chilled white that does now go free,

A whirling work of art so grand,

En route to final destiny,

When it is this one's time to land.

"Marge, a lovely is in your hair."

"A snowflake has just landed there."