Snowflakes

Snowflakes 
I came up to the edge of the sill, she said,
But tarried,
Fearing the jump,
Did you not see me waiting?he said,
If only you'd jumped,
The massed white would enfold you too,
As it does me,
I fear the drop and the fall,
The Unknown, 
The assimilation with the whole, 
Will I still be me? 
Thus enfolded? 
There's not much time, he whispered urgently, 
Come step away from the sill
Softly with the breeze 
For while you ponder  the jump,
From the edge of the sill,
It's time to melt, liquid 
In the blink of a heartbeat,
That moment will not wait.
Vinny 
10/3/16