Spring snow flurries of fluffy cottonwood seed packets,
Hitting windshield with high velocity of Midwest blizzard,
Like stars steaming past sci-fi spacecraft at Mach 7,
Swirling and twisting in mid-air, blanketing grassy hillocks,
Accumulating in mounds of curbside snow banks,
Never melting but somehow dissipating over time.
Ann Beth Blake
(c) May 18, 2015