Snowflakes can amuse or annoy, depending on who's narrating and the audience.
The Perilous Practices of Poetry and Personifying Snowflakes (and Alliteration)
from yesterday's flurries
Vivacious, wild troops reforming
in flowing concentric patterns away from me
faster than I dare drive
with the milky, orange lamp glaring
dimmed and sliced into spotty, pulsing rays
by disrobed, unruly masts.
As I navigate the obstacles to my visual delight,
my co-pilot pleads not make a poem of this moment
on his ride to school.