That swirling snow
Beneath the lamp
Just down the street:
To my mind’s eye
A chaos of gnats
Or firefly;
Flocks of migrating birds,
Vast shoals of fish;
Countless leaves on a wind tossed canopy,
High above the jungle;
A raging dust storm
In the desert;
And finally,
Swirling nebulae
In deepest outer space
Spewing forth gas and dust
And endless newborn stars.
From Big Bang bright explosion,
To dancing snowflakes,
Just beneath that street-lamp there.
Paul Butters
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swirling-snow/
