Descending Snowflakes

It's the same way the falling snowflakes on the first winter day

dizzily decend from the clouds until they've found a sufficient resting place

on the tallest branches and automobiles.

Those cars will be driven too fast on the way to a job she doesn't want to be at.

It's once again floating through the breeze trying to find  peace

and not melt in the meantime.

Busy busy buzz like a hive in the summertime

and the car on the highway

still looking for a place to call

home.