Drifting

The snow swirls, in
  great cyclonic torrents,
  pushed. Swept horizontally, then
  upward in
  tornadic columns,
  from roof to
  roof, bough
  to earth &
back again

Lara shovels the
front walk
and the
boys play,
above the
brick.

Our
radiometer
spins in
mad noon rush,
gaining speed.

Our snow
yard down-
across-diagonal. Rushing.