Snow: A Pantoum

Fat snowflakes fall like swarms of flies,

Black against heaven's blinding white.

Nose against glass, I raise my eyes,

And watch the ragged moths in flight,

Black against heaven's blinding white -

Pieces of coal on a snowman's face.

I watch the ragged moths in flight,

Like stardust drifts in outer space.

Pieces of coal on a snowman's face;

A woollen scarf your grandma wove.

Like stardust drifts in outer space,

The snow piles up in banks and droves.

A woollen scarf your grandma wove,

I'll take your mittened hand in mine.

The snow piles up in banks and droves,

We're nearly home now, we'll be fine.

I'll take your mittened hand in mine;

Nose against window, we'll raise our eyes

We're warm at home now, we'll be fine.

Fat snowflakes fall, like swarms of flies.