Snowfalls mix together in my mind,
Fall after fall.
Moist, perfect for snowballs.
Powder, perfect for skiing.
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.