Outside the third-floor window, snowflakes float

Sailing, then sinking in full formation

Frail frozen fleet, soon flattened underfoot

Failing, falling to its destination

Headlights, tail-lights flow from Salford station

Forgetting office facts and office files

Filing themselves away as suburban

Freed from the city by four or five miles
The snow, the shadows, lie in light / dark piles

This freezing season with its frosty coat

This frightened evening, white, black, tight-woven

On forlorn pavements, forgotten exiles

From frequent footfalls, I'll now plant my feet

Forlornly fleeing fate's final function

A sonnet about today's snowfall!