First Snow

First Snow By morning's light, the world, robed in feathers clear and white, does appear to awakening eyes. Every twig and branch, every leaf and sprig of grass is encased in crystal and white. Lightly drifting, softly floating, it rises, Gentle yet mighty, it falls softly, yet slowly rising and building, a wall made of feathers, built of snowflakes a million strong. For miles, spread beneath the cold winter sun, it glitters and gleams, blinding to the eyes, like acres of diamonds, a glittering strand of inumerable prisms. Mantling the world in white, settling gently upon the needles of the pine and resting softly over the branches of the oak, it falls, settling on the lashes and brushing the cheeks of little children, come out to witness the first snowfall.