Swirling Snow Poem by Paul Butters

That swirling snow
Beneath the lamp
Just down the street:

To my mind’s eye
A chaos of gnats
Or firefly;

Flocks of migrating birds,
Vast shoals of fish;
Countless leaves on a wind tossed canopy,
High above the jungle;

A raging dust storm
In the desert;

And finally,
Swirling nebulae
In deepest outer space
Spewing forth gas and dust
And endless newborn stars.

From Big Bang bright explosion,
To dancing snowflakes,
Just beneath that street-lamp there.