Flurry

Mom would call it
"dandruff snow":
the indolent gentle drift
of a few stray flakes,
making slo-mo arabesques,
lazily antic, swirling
and twirling, this way,

that way,  downward

and (hoisted
by a sudden gust)

upward.





Poetry by Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-06 at 03:33

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. I prefer that kind of snow.
2021-01-06


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully articulated, Thomas. I can see them falling!
2021-01-06