Fall snowflakes

The bold asphalt recalls snowflakes.
The tears of our last cold: snowflakes.

Swan Lake, in spring. He played the lake.
The stage was veiled in false snowflakes.

A jar held fast in our Sears fridge
cannot preserve the old snowflakes.

He summered as Santa. Earning
wonder amid those mall snowflakes.

Ice-skates mumbled on ice' thin skin.
I tumbled from his balled snowflakes.

Lost change. What does weather mean now?
Now we've all of these fall snowflakes?

Clasped hands. I cried in character:
an elf whose garb was all snowflakes.

Winter. Damon, beside the street,
do you now need to call snowflakes?

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