Snowflakes

A little curly-headed god Through asphodel came creeping, Found Mother Juno on the nod, And safely slipped her keeping. Away he frolicked, full of mirth, Until he glanced in pity Upon the muddiness of earth, The squalour of the city. His flashing pinions forth he spread, And flew with dart and quiver To a celestial garden bed Beside a sapphire river. To deck the dingy world down there He stripped each dazzling flower, And flung through the cerulean air The petals in a shower. His treasured blossoms fluttered down, He watched them softly falling, Until, alas! they reached the town Where men and carts were crawling. Before the city's fevered fumes They sank in helpless flutter, And men came out with spades and brooms And swept them in the gutter.