Snow Falling on a Window Pane

Snowfalls mix together in my mind,

Fall after fall.

Moist, perfect for snowballs.

Powder, perfect for skiing.

Inch-wide flakes,

Perfect for a cold screen door.

Milk bottles on the front porch,

freezing cream on top, 

pushing up the paper lids.

No homoginizing then.

I know the myth about no two falling flakes alike,

Yet I wouldn't place my wager on it.