Snow
Greg Williamson
“A nonequilibrium phenomena”
And “highly non-linear unstable free boundary
Problem,” a snowflake, silent as a schwa,
Its fractal lacework cast in free-fall’s foundry,
“Records the history of all the . . . weather”
It encountered till the double-hung
Panes frame its fall and you recall that feather
And just how long it lasted on your tongue,
Until one day you look up from the rime
And you’re snowed in, snow bunny, play the tape
Of snow days, sled runs, forts, and mistletoe,
Back to a dark den in the wintertime
And metaphor’s first flurries’ dazzling crepe,
When static on Pop’s old TV
was snow.
