Blizzard seeds

It won’t be long now before the snow flies. Photo by Unsplash.

By Sue Shaw 

A silver day—the sky is low

And in the air, first flakes of snow

Leap and spin…they’re almost dancing!

Carried on a breeze, they’re prancing

Through the frosty afternoon

To a wind borne, whistling sort of tune.

Each snowflake enters, gaily laughing,

While Jack Frost’s busy choreographing

New routines that they’ll be trying

As the production starts intensifying!

Although each flake’s a lovely sight—

Small lacy miracles in white—

While tempo builds and numbers grow

We watch and smile, but we all know…

That here in Maine we’d best take heed….

‘Cause each one is a blizzard seed!

—Shaw lives in Penobscot.

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