Flurries

Back door, porch light on,

close to midnight in a blizzard,

snowflakes zoom.

Not fluttering but meteor-like they cascade from the sky,

leaving streaks, burning stars of delicate ice crystals

flailing through the air

sideways,

straight down,

and buffeted they change direction and swirl,

little darting points of white, cold light.

I reach out my hand but they evade me in their silver dance.

I try to capture them with my camera, and think they don’t look like that in real life;

But they do.

Bright lines,

zooming flakes,

a reflection of something they’re not,

but having come from the same brilliant Mind,

they mimic the meteoric flight of stardust.