This morning, just as I got up
it began to snow—
those big, round snowflake clumps
you used to draw when you were a kid.
Perfect circles.
At first there were just a few—
one here, one there—
as I walked out front for the paper;
then, in the space between
the front door and the sidewalk,
the flakes picked up the pace, falling faster,
and faster—
all those big-circle
kid-picture
snowflake clumps
fell
plummeting
to
the
ground.