The First Snowfall
The cold rain of fall
Will come to an end
After depressing us all,
As leaves start to bend
When snowflakes, heaven does send.
The first tentative flakes
Land gently and sweet.
Our breath, this sight takes,
As they land at our feet.
We raise our eyes, the sky to meet.
Within minutes the ground
Becomes a white carpet, thick,
No colour to be found
As the snowflakes come quick
And onto each surface they stick.
A white, winter world to behold.
Before us now, the most beautiful sight.
No longer depressed by the cold,
Nature's white carpet, bright,
In darkness, giving us light.
for Carol Brown's `Welcoming Winter' contest
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2010
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