Softly they flutter aimlessly mixed with others flying crazed- They alight onto my jack pines already drooping limb... one flake speared by a needle catching others swirling in. Raze and cluster inch by downy inch. Stresses my knotty fiber to its core. All the weight, all the accumulation, tests my itchy nerve with torque and pinch. That eerie creak I hear late at night.. means my limb has taken all it can take. That flakes aren't just one to themselves, but a cloud-bin too full.. knocked over by some angel setting off a kind of natural plight.