Flurries Poem by shimon weinroth

snow flakes come in flurries,
gliding down to the ground,
flying, twirling, swirling, on the currents
of some wind, blown and tossed,

sent from heaven,
short lived sparks of white,
light their way to us,
what a glorious show

such immense display,
myriads of flakes catch your breath,
gulp in wonder, smiling thrills
of transcendental flurries

I have seldom seen
other than the momentary
laughter, merry ripples of joy
rapture of first flurries and snow flakes