Since I moved to Phoenix 18 years ago I have not seen any snow flakes. I do not miss it because I remember how difficult it was to drive through when I lived in NYC. But it is a pretty sight when it is coming down. You captured it all John in your great poem.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Be always safe,
Karen
GOD BLESS
Tony