The most daunting was
The surprise, the shock of it,
When flakes hurried down
In a pelter of madness,
After the glimpse of warmth
When the sun coursed, already,
Into the House of Ram!
Floating and wafting,
In a swirl of tossed down
Like those from an epic battle
Of enormous pillows thwacking
In a pajama game of giants,
The snow flakes swayed
In a danse macabre ,
In a relentless fury
Of mad moves and insane steps
Of a whirling dervish
Of far away climes.
Suddenly, the quiet settled
Like a pall over the land
And the flurries gentled
To a slow stop
That ended the rage.
RosyView 
Wonderfully descriptive!
By the way, did you see the fireworks from your house? There was a huge crowd. Dina Sapone came with us.
LIz
Thank you.
I saw the fireworks and I saw them coming close to the house. There were debris on the grass, the driveway and the deck. I was cringing when they came over my head. The organizers do not care about the safety of those who live around. The high ones had a trajectory that curved towards the houses. Maybe they should study physics. I cannot let it go. I was scared.