I saw a single snowflake flutter, falling to the ground.
I saw a second snowflake, then I saw them all around.
I watched the wind whip light, white wisps of effervescent ice.
I watched the whirling weather through the fresh-grown grasses slice.
The daffodils were whithering; their yellow hues grew dim.
The daffodils half-heartedly obeyed the weather's whim.
The air around me artfully each broken bloom displayed.
The air revealed each oak leaf and the grass's every blade.
T. G. 4/27/19
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