Snowflakes are falling
each of unique design
some going straight down
but most floating sideways
on the gentle breeze
under cloudy-gray skies
hoping to defy gravity
for as long as possible
and enjoy the journey
back to the earth
from which new life
will eventually arise.

***

The rate of snowfall quickly increases
heavier, now, most fall straight down
‘til a breeze circles, again, from left to right
and nature transforms, momentarily.
Flakes change size and pattern of flight.

***

I sit, looking out the window; pen my
marvel at the accumulated whiteness.
As the speed of flakes’ descent accelerates,
my sun-yellow shovel waits, knowingly,
ready to dig out the day’s remainder.