The griffin outside my balcony
rumbled and shook
flipping Kansas City
upside down and back.
Giant flakes descended
like softest down -
coating the plaza below
with a mantel of frosted white.
Watch out; hold on tight -
The griffin squints again and
soon he'll tilt and overturn
the city's frosted dome -
releasing swirling blizzards
of giant fairy crystals.
February, 2008
Robert Charles Howard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/k-c-snow-globe/
