The dilettantish storm which started
Maybe half an hour ago, of late,
Exhibits greater fervor.  Flakes which
Floated, indecisive, downward, upward,
Sideways, fall, and do so in much greater
Numbers.  I sigh.  Once more, I will
Shovel, somehow sweating as I freeze,
And I will beg to trade this zealot
For the dilettante.