Snow Squall
Gabcast! Dancing With Daisy #51 - Snow Squall
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Snow Squall
Biting wind stirs the falling snow
like an eggbeater
stuck into a bowl of confectioner's sugar.
Spinning it, twirling it,
throwing off clouds of crystals,
puffs of cold, white dust.
Pulling powdery snakes
in wavy lines across the road.
Chasing snowflakes
in dizzy tornadoes of white.
Skipping across the frozen yard.
Dusting the poodle,
who ventured outside black--
but returned white.
Yin and yang, yang and yin.
The poodle
creates a squall of his own
in the living room
as he shakes his fur
and sends the snow on his back
flying and spinning once again.
Yang and yin, yin and yang.
It catches you off guard to see
that what once was black is white;
what once was white is black.
You become aware
that there is much more gray around
than you ever realized.
Just as you have it all figured out,
the wind howls
and stirs it up again.
Biting wind stirs the falling snow
like an eggbeater
stuck into a bowl of confectioner's sugar.
Spinning it, twirling it,
throwing off clouds of crystals,
puffs of cold, white dust.
Pulling powdery snakes
in wavy lines across the road.
Chasing snowflakes
in dizzy tornadoes of white.
Skipping across the frozen yard.
Dusting the poodle,
who ventured outside black--
but returned white.
Yin and yang, yang and yin.
The poodle
creates a squall of his own
in the living room
as he shakes his fur
and sends the snow on his back
flying and spinning once again.
Yang and yin, yin and yang.
It catches you off guard to see
that what once was black is white;
what once was white is black.
You become aware
that there is much more gray around
than you ever realized.
Just as you have it all figured out,
the wind howls
and stirs it up again.
