Flurries

 Flurries

Before the flakes today come the flurries.

So said the weatherman and so it is.

From the North blow tiny bits of snow.

A fog of them descends.

Fun to watch as they swirl and whirl, “flurry,” I guess,

Before settling in the already snow-filled yard.

We’ll see if the weatherman is right again

When he said it will change to snow, the bigger, flakier kind. 

And, as I’m writing this, it’s time to get out the shovels.

It looks like he is right again.