First Winter Snow

Cupped-hands blessed the first winter snow – That tasted like peppermint wind The pines and aspens share secrets, As they whisper what they know Then, they giggled like schoolchildren In the snowy playground – with the red Brick schoolhouse off in the distance Their cold faces blinked and blushed Like a basket full of wild freckled strawberries Suddenly, fresh pine cones fall to the ground; They chuckle, laugh and then roll over, Exposing their innocent souls to a fresh blue sky, This all appeared in the first winter snow This, I am sure and still are