First Snowfall
The snow swirled around our feet.
We raised our faces, there to greet
feathery snowflakes in the air,
on our tongues and in our hair.
The moon behind clouds, a shimmer.
A bare slice glowing, all a-glimmer.
No stars to be seen in the night,
snow-clouds have them hidden from sight.
The deer leave tracks in the snow
showing us which way they go.
To the trees and cover there.
This snowy sight they chose not to share.
Still our gaze upward goes,
watching this first of winter's shows.
Enjoy the snowflakes while we may.
Tomorrow they will melt away.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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