Ice Crystal Lattices
Snowflakes
frozen ice crystals
conglomerations
fall through
Earth
atmosphere
two snow
crystals
microscopic
supercooled
cloud
droplets freeze
variety
shapes
sizes
complex
shapes
emerging
as the flake
falls through
differing
temperature
humidity
air regimes
individual
snowflakes
nearly
unique
in
structure.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Impossibility Of Identical Snowflakes
Once upon a time
throughout most of
the twentieth century
it was believed no
two snowflakes
could be exactly alike.
Mathematically it is
highly unlikely
for two snowflakes
to be exactly alike.
This is due to
the roughly
10 to power 19
water molecules
which make up
a snowflake.
Snowflakes grow
at different rates
in different patterns.
The snowflake
growth rate pattern
probabilities vary
depending on
changing temperature
changing humidity
within the atmosphere
the snowflake
growth falls through
on its journey
to the ground
gravity induced.
The dawn birth
of snowflake
scientific research
began in 1885
initial attempts
to identify find
identical twin snowflakes
by photographing
thousands of snowflakes.
Wilson Alwyn Bentley
using a microscope
found the wide variety
of classic snowflakes
forms known today
in eye matching detail.
Probability theory
holds it is more likely
that two snowflakes
could become virtually
identical if their changing
temperature humidity
environments
were
similar enough.
Matching snow crystals
were discovered in
Wisconsin USA in 1988.
The crystals were not traditional
flakes but hollow hexagonal prisms
true moral of the snowflake story?
If you want to spend years
trying to identify
identical snowflakes in eye
matching detail; do not use error
random eye memory method
use instant point match computer.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Snow
'Who affirms that crystals are alive?'
I affirm it, let who will deny:
Crystals are engendered, wax and thrive,
Wane and wither; I have seen them die.
Trust me, masters, crystals have their day,
Eager to attain the perfect norm,
Lit with purpose, potent to display
Facet, angle, colour, beauty, form.
Water-crystals need for flower and root
Sixty clear degrees, no less, no more;
Snow, so fickle, still in this acute
Angle thinks, and learns no other lore:
Such its life, and such its pleasure is,
Such its art and traffic, such its gain,
Evermore in new conjunctions this
Admirable angle to maintain.
Crystalcraft in every flower and flake
Snow exhibits, of the welkin free:
Crystalline are crystals for the sake,
All and singular, of crystalry.
Yet does every crystal of the snow
Individualize, a seedling sown
Broadcast, but instinct with power to grow
Beautiful in beauty of its own.
Every flake with all its prongs and dints
Burns ecstatic as a new-lit star:
Men are not more diverse, finger prints
More dissimilar than snow-flakes are.
Worlds of men and snow endure, increase,
Woven of power and passion to defy
Time and travail: only races cease,
Individual men and crystals die.
poem by John Davidson
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Catching Snowflakes in the sun
It's amazing what people do
When snowflakes fall on top of you
Some run and hide from the falling snow
Whilst others make balls to throw
Life is weird that way
Catching snowflakes in the sun.
As they drift slowly down and fall around you
Look up and open your palms and let land a few
And try to catch their silence and serenity in your hand
Before they quickly melt and disappear
Leaving drops like those from an emotional tear
Catching snowflakes in the sun.
Open your mouth wide and let them land on your tongue
And try to taste the essence from where they have come
For if heaven really exists and is the place to be
Then you could be there in a dream alone floating free
Magic aerial crystals dancing through the air
Catching snowflakes in the sun.
Lie on the ground and you'll be covered from head to toe
Like everything around you in a blanket of snow
Pretend to guide them towards you to the ground
By slowly moving your arms up and down
For a brief moment a snow angel you've become
Catching snowflakes in the sun.
Stand up and brush away the snow
Then build a snowman for you to enjoy
For as the season changes - as it surely will
No longer will you suffer from winter's chill
Instead enjoy every moment before it disappears
Leaving sounds of silenced snow whispers in your ears.
poem by JeanJacques Evendon
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Clouds
A visible mass of droplets,
Frozen crystals, in the air.
Suspended in the atmosphere,
Clouds floating everywhere.
Sometimes light and fleecy,
Softly floating by.
Other days dark and angry,
As they begin to cry.
Raindrops gently falling,
Frozen crystals melt away.
Drying up their eyes,
Preparing for another day.
As they continue on their
journey,
On the ground they lay.
Preparing nature for
tomorrow,
Preparing for another day.
poem by Heather Burns
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Snowflakes
The cloud of winter
cloaking the sun.
Seems to amplify
an already loud quiet.
Noiselessly my footsteps fall
on the snow covered path.
As leisurely I stroll through
the hibernating forest.
Swirled to and fro
by a northern zephyr.
Graceful snowflakes
silently dance around me.
Pirouetting and floating
on their earth bound journey.
To join others that form
the deep carpet of white.
Catching some as they drift by.
With marvel I query.
How can these shapes
be so different one from another?
So fragile so beautiful
yet sadly so fleeting.
Like a dream
passing through slumber.
Snowflakes their existence
by no means immortal.
For will come the day
their fate realized.
When breezes waft warm
these frozen works of art.
Their destiny be nectar
to a waking thirsting earth.
Until such time
I will watch wonder and thank
Mother Nature.
For her unselfish gift of beauty.
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Snowflakes
Soft snowflakes drift daintily down,
Without so much as a single sound.
Swirling around, they're a dazzling sight,
And they make the world seem so bright.
Each flake possesses a pattern so very rare,
That no two flakes can make a matching pair.
They each take on a very delicate form,
Which melts away, when it gets warm.
Each unique, frozen crystal is so very tiny;
Glistening in the sunlight, they look so shiny.
Each is a masterpiece: a major work of art,
Which, from our lives, will very soon depart.
Falling snowflakes appear so fluffy and soft,
When, caught by the wind, they dance aloft.
Single snowflakes are as light as a feather,
But weigh a ton, when collected together.
On every surface, the snowflakes collect:
Soon, with white, everything is bedecked.
The snowflakes form a thick carpet of white,
As they settle down, following their flight.
Things, which were familiar to our eyes,
Are suddenly more difficult to recognise.
Snow seems to change the world's face,
And it suddenly seems a different place.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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A Winter's Delight
The snow was falling from the sky,
Skillfully concealing the land once more
With a variety of glimmering snowflakes,
The shapes and forms never seen before.
The snow was falling from the sky,
So beautiful, the vault of pearl white
Made it appear as if the world were new.
It was a scene that made it an artist's delight.
The snow was falling from the sky,
Enchanting the land with a glistening snow.
Nature's wildlife leaving a visible trail
That vanished as the wind began to blow.
The snow was falling from the sky,
And in my caring and sensitive heart,
I marveled at the wonders of nature
Of which we are a genuine part.
The snow has ceased falling from the sky,
As elated children rush to their favorite site
To build snowcastles, forts, and snowmen
Before the emerging of a cold, winter night.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Snowflakes
Snowflakes falling from the sky
Heading towards the Earth
Knowing not what they will become
Upon their destination and then rebirth.
Maybe they will become decorations
Upon the bushes and on the trees
Or maybe they will become dancers
While being moved by the breeze.
Perhaps they will become a snowball
As being formed in a child's tiny hand
Or maybe they will be a form of a snow angel
Or perhaps they will become a snowman.
Snowflakes as they are falling
From the heavens unto the ground
Quietly as they move and as they turn
And not once do they utter a sound.
Snowflakes as many as they will fall
And as they say not any two are the same
So they hurry to drift upon the ground
And maybe hoping not to turn into rain.
They too are mine and a child's happiness
As though to a child it seems that they do call
But I too am excited about their coming
I love the snowflakes as they do fall.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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In The Snow
in the snow i walk looking at everything coated in beautiful white
thoughts run through my head so many i cannot count
as i watch the snow fall i realize that its as beautiful as life itself
as i watch the snow fall i think of her and how i wish she could be beside me to see what i see just one last time
i cant help but wonder if she thought of me
in the snow there is something in the air i know i feel it so nice
there is something about the snow and the air that makes me think of you
as i get where i want to go
and step inside
snowflakes fall gentally off my hood
as i pound my feet the snow falls off and i become warm
the snow and ice that clazes me melts and falls
i know i will have to walk in the snow again
poem by Sandy Vanity
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Spots Of Embroidery
Snowflakes dancing along in the air,
all tantalisingly twirled with care.
Flurries of white floss whirling in flight,
landing and dusting all objects in sight.
Silently descending, down they glide,
chasing each other, so far, so wide.
A lace curtain hung across the sky.
A soft quilt, the land, to occupy.
Ice crystals in six fold symmetry,
Feathery spots of embroidery.
Every design unique to the eye,
patterns unseen, as they float by.
Oh, what delight to watch their descent,
tumbling about to such extent,
that a blanket is laid over the ground,
where heavy footsteps can make no sound.
Catch one, but it will dissolve away,
our hand too warm for it to stay.
But how we love this wintry treat,
of crisp frozen snow beneath our feet.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Airborn Seeds
seeds fall
out of the bosom
of the air,
the seed
of each
unique
snowflake
born,
born from
the bosom
of mother nature,
the milk
of her
winter
nurturing
woven landscape,
the seed
are the snowflakes
born from
the cloud-folds
of her garments shaken,
soon to be shaken,
'Over the woodlands brown and bare'.
Quoted line from ‘Snowflakes’ by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Snowflakes Falling
Snowflakes, falling, from miraculous heights.
Snowflakes, falling, on a cold winter's night.
Snowflakes, falling, airy and light.
Snowflakes, falling, on a cold winter's night.
Snowflakes, falling, a blanket of white.
Snowflakes, falling, on a cold winter's night.
Snowflakes, falling, crystalline delight.
Snowflakes, falling, on a cold winter's night.
poem by Ben Payton
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Improvisations: Light And Snow: 10
It is night time, and cold, and snow is falling,
And no wind grieves the walls.
In the small world of light around the arc-lamp
A swarm of snowflakes falls and falls.
The street grows silent. The last stranger passes.
The sound of his feet, in the snow, is indistinct.
What forgotten sadness is it, on a night like this,
Takes possession of my heart?
Why do I think of a camellia tree in a southern garden,
With pink blossoms among dark leaves,
Standing, surprised, in the snow?
Why do I think of spring?
The snowflakes, helplessly veering,,
Fall silently past my window;
They come from darkness and enter darkness.
What is it in my heart is surprised and bewildered
Like that camellia tree,
Beautiful still in its glittering anguish?
And spring so far away!
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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IMMENSELY DEAR (Revised)
A personal favourite is Symbolism, I prefer
symbolic special objects to the real, love the
purity of crystals with their ethereal power;
yet to convince me thoroughly snowflakes
need only ersatz imitation crystals
Charmed by symbolism of religious books
but dry catechisms are abhorrent – love the
significance of diamonds but do not want the
real thing – only symbols to magnify light,
the diamond itself is much too cold
Preferring as a child to play with boxes
and twigs clad in tinsel representing houses
and magic wands – anything suggesting
what it might be, then becoming whatever
I dream – drawn inexorably,
I love glitter – it says sunlight is creating
pearls and crystals of delicate things like
cobwebs and streams, I love the diamonds
seen on sprigs of grass early in spring but
do not try to entice me with real pearls
Diamonds or precious crystals are real and
cannot morph into other objects, although
I love seeing them behind glass in expensive
shops; but for my satisfaction I want only
symbols of these beloved objects,
I adore small fairies made from artificial
materials, not golden statues of saints and
angels – want to imagine what a thing might
represent – such symbolism is immensely
dear to me…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Snowed In By A Warm Fire
A visit to an Inn on top of a hill.
A view, a valley, a village, a pond.
Snow already covering the ground.
Snow falling steadily all around.
The hills, the trees, the branches,
The drives, the roads, the highways.
All are covered in new fallen snow.
All are silent as the snow falls.
Snowflakes large, silent, slowly falling.
Snowflakes drifting, covering the ground.
Snow falling steadily through the day;
Snow falling steadily through the night.
Soon ankle deep, then up to your knees;
Soon three feet covers all there is.
Snowed in. The highways are closed.
Snowed in, as I wait by the warm fire.
poem by Joe Wocoski
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Christmas To Me
The misty fog
Crept slowly in
As the crystal of frost
Climbed on my window pane
I stand outside
In the cold winter breeze
Feeling the chill
Of our first winter freeze
Will I get to see?
My first snow flake
Will I get to make
An angel in the snow
Will I get to make
A snowman with glee
I stand here pondering
What is a white Christmas?
I can't begin to fathom
A snow white land
Is it true?
Is snow like crystals?
That shimmers in the sun
Do they softly grace?
Your gardens
In the midwinter fun
Christmas to me
Is a Barbie at the beach?
Beach games and swimming
Is how we have our Yule Tide Treats?
poem by Kaila George
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The heaven empties her bosom
droplets of snowflakes, falling
Mountains of snow, blocking.
haiku by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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S-n-o-w
Snow is cold like a frozen ice cube
its crystals like a diamond
Its like fun to make into snowballs and chuck them at poeple
snow is soft like a warm fuzzy blanket
Snow is bad when it turns to ice
But snow means that the angles on heaven are having a great time haveing a pillow fight
Snow is a friend just like you
poem by Ashley Jensen
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Cold Silence
The silence of the night
is the winters delight
snow that muffles the sounds
are billions of snow flakes
compacting down.
See that snow flake coming down
I will catch it on my tongue
and it will dissapear, melting
and it will be done.
The beauty of a single snow flake
as you can see, under a microscope
is unique as you'll agree
Not two are alike nope there will never be
another as unique like, you or me.
poem by Ron Schmidt
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Song Of The Evergreens
Listen to the briskly whistling winter evergreen
Whispering through the frozen morning light
And tell me whats to come
Saying my time is near
Never fear
I close each year
Im winter
Reminding me to trade my t-shirts for my woven wools
Trade my sandals for my skis
Whispered warnings in the wind
Saying soon come the dancing snowflakes
Theyre kissing every tree
Theyre kissing you and me
Please hurry
Falling
Dazzling dancing diamonds from the sky
Prisms
Rainbow sparkled flurries in our eyes
Whipping across the frozen crystal meadow
Pond of ice
Race the snow
Well build a warming fire there
And cuddle close and wine and dine
The setting sun
The morning light will find us high
Shooting down the glistening mountain side
Screaming through the whispering pines
The freedom of each day
Will cleanse our minds
I can hardly wait for winter
I can hardly wait for the snow
I can hardly hardly wait for winter
I can hardly wait for the snow
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