I see snowflakes in my headlights Just one or two—and now a few.
They come dancing from the darkness. They fly twirling out of view.
. Driving to work before dawn, along the Trans Canada towards Chilliwack. Perfect. . Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle and in paperback. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry by common means.)