A place to dip my toe in the poetry pond.
Nice twist here, Betsy. Not at all what I expected when I first read the title!
I missed the first flurries falling today, but my daughter's babysitter said they were out for them. I will look forward to experiencing them for myself soon. Until then, I will reread your poem. :)
Stay warm! Like Diane, I wasn't expecting the bit of turning at the end... the cold snow actually being a positive force rather than something to huddle against/away from.
We had "graupel" in Mass - weird little snowballs like hail and snow mixed. Too soon! Gone now. Love your poem.
I embrace (brrrr) the change of seasons! Change is good!