Flurries
.
all day long
flurries of flakes floated down
where were they coming from?
there was nothing visible on radar
yet flake after flake kept falling
barely enough to cover some surfaces
but turning the brand-new lake ice
white
if falling as rain
it would have been a mist
maybe a sprinkle
but only barely
just relentless white flakes
floating from the sky
one after another
from sun up
to sundown
picture postcard perfect
for sitting by the fire
gazing at large white swans
busy in the open water
creating idyllic scenes
out the window frame
ushering in December
all day long
.
.


Beautiful poem! An unexpected snowfall inspired an entire book of essays of mine called “Cloud Pieces” π
Amelia Desertsong
December 4, 2024 at 9:51 am
Thank you! I love that you produced an entire book of essays from such an event! π©·
johnwhays
December 4, 2024 at 12:47 pm