First Snow
Like thief in the night,
Using dark as a
guise,
While everyone sleeps in their beds
Their covers pulled
close
Tight up to their chins,
And dreams that cavort in their
heads.
Snow moves silently in,
Like a dancer unsure,
Who
tries to move to new beat,
Then picking up pace,
And whirling
around,
Soon covers the tracks of all feet.
In
first morning dawn,
New world is revealed,
Stark with
the purest of white..
Bare trees with their
branches,
Stand shivering now,
From snow that fell during the
night
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