I Can Smell the Snow

As I look up into the heavy laden, pink night sky I can almost smell snow, as my Nan would say in years gone by. The sky is heavy I am sure it will give its all I look up, ‘Hey Nan, can you see me?’ I cautiously call.’ I can feel her around me her warm breath on my cheek It warms me to the heart as I eagerly seek. She was right! I did smell the first winter’s snowfall The flakes start to spiral down, majestically, covering all. They settle on my eyes my cheeks and my lips, Dancing and swirling - each as unique as our fingertips. They land so soft, no noise do they make silence is all around. I stand in wonder at the beauty, the flakes merge and cover the ground. A Winter Couplet First Snowfall.