looking cross-eyed
tiny snowflakes
land on my nose

Except these are the huge huge ones, Snowing buckets! I'm so excited!! (and not just because I'm up before the ass-crack of dawn.) Everything's so peaceful and calm and quiet when it's snowing, and you're the only one up to see it, and then you can watch the black world grow into a grey one, and then into a grey and white one, through the big front window at work.

in the headlights
all the black snowflakes
suddenly white


*I did not write these poems