Snowfall Poem by Toni Atchison

Driving into a winter's night
I watch as billions of snowflakes
dance in the yellow streetlight,
keeping time with U2
on the radio.

And Bono sings of being
blown by the wind,
as I watch millions of snowflakes
scurry and circle in a dance
who's every move is called
by the whim of the nightwind.

To my delight I see
thousands of snowflakes of all designs.
Little dragonflies that swoop and land
on warm windows,
to disappear into beads of water
that glisten like jewels on the glass.

And flocks of hundreds
of icy butterflies
dodge car headlights,
sailing like daredevils
over on-coming cars,
finally coming to rest
on the cold slumbering ground.

Dec.6/7,2006