See the snow that seems to swirl up?
Floating, missing the ground,
Longing for back up there, where home is cold and comfortable.
It\'s resisting the warmth of the ground below.
Longing to linger alive by swirling, floating up
Away from its demise.
It fights the onslaught of downward lullabies,
Wooing it to sleep.
Pushing downwardly, cruelly even, fighting its
Gravitational inevitability for as long as it can.
It knows it\'s fighting a losing battle
For all first snow will finally sleep.
Swirling up it yet has a chance.