SNOWFLAKES II

Christened, by winter, this eleventh month day
Those things. they call "Snowflakes," fell from the gray
In never-ending succession, so many of them came
Those little white paratroopers, staking their claim.

They staged where the landed, too many for names
After riding the north wind, playing their games
Many stranded in tree-tops, sills, and on roves
In brush, and on fences, as like, in military moves.

While terminated were those, who paraded the roads,
By oncoming traffic with their automobile loads
And many met their fate, where pedestrians walk
They may have lived, if they had moved or could talk.

With so many, too numerous to initiate a count
They blanketed the ground, and everything they'd meant
Layer upon layer, everywhere they could be seen
Those little white paratroopers, covering the green.

Their glistening white uniforms, were blinding and bright
They sparkled like diamonds, those inhabitants of white
And still they kept coming, in their glorious array
It seemed their intention, determined, they would stay.

These little alien invaders, seemed so obviously, lame
Still, they lit up the sky, from whence they came
And it seemed, no tomorrows would bring 'bout an end
To those new inhabitants, still inviting their friends.

But oh, what a sight to behold, on this special day
Those heavenly folk, ladies, from out of the gray
By this sight, one truly recognizes, winter is here
And, the spirit of Christmas draws ever more near.