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(A Poet’s view?)


Varied sizes drifting down

In a snowflake feathery feed…

On and off weak light of sun,

But clouds make snow, indeed.

No accumulation great

Nor drifting due to wind…

Angled down with little swirl,

Angel dandruff floats on in!

Snow clouds gain the upper hand

In early afternoon…

Grey is the color of daylight

As he writes in the dining room.

Temperature ranges just above

The freezing mark to melt….

A little snow off of the car,

In a mountain-high snow belt.


–Jonathan Caswell