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

 ©  2003  Loree (Mason) O’Neil

 

 

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