Arlene Corwin writes

Giant Flakes In March

           ( a childish poem)

Did someone say

That spring was on its way?

My husband tells me,

“See the treetops?  Smell the air?

Spring is there…well, almost here.”

All I feel is hat on head, the gloves I wear,

The scarf wrapped twice around my neck -

And then the fleck, white speck on coat,

And then another.

I remember when my mother

Owned a coat of black seal fur.

I was eight, flakes mighty,

Eyesight twenty-twenty,

Shape designs of white exquisite.

Sweden, March, two thousand seventeen;

Snow shielding all our green.

I’m not affected.

Warmer weather will appear

Just when I don’t expect it.

 Mystery of the Snowflake -. John Lautermilch