Morning Poem, January 5, 2017



These first snowflakes are lonely pilots

Flying solo missions.  I can count them.

But the sky to the west has whitened

And carries the threat the radio told


In only a moment there are dozens more

and they dance in circles and in spheres

Almost in defiance of gravity

But wind is coming.


Now they shoot all in one direction

The giant force pushes all into

Angled bullet-paths


Here is the start of the storm.


Copyright 2017

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