The heavy flakes descend
Like strewn confetti
tossed from
the Great Grey Sky,
this January afternoon.
They parachute safely
through a coarse wind,
dust themselves off
and embrace
the already arrived.
Joining in a huddle
on tree branches,
lamp-posts, roof-tops,
and frozen water,
these captivating
visitors, tired from
their reunion,
blanket down
for the evening,
knowing they
will soon depart
after daybreak
From January Snow and Other Poems (Williams & Company, 2008)
Used with the author’s permission.
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