When it Snows in the South


when it snows in the South

(which is seldom)

I bundle up and go

outdoors and stare


skyward at the pale grey

clouds becoming

crystals floating down as


they resist moist landing

on outstretched tongue.


Invariably, one

stands out from the pack and

I follow it.


Once successful,

I stop shuffling about in small circles and

savor the ice pinch of precipitated grace.