First Snow

First a flake, then two or three
 frosted stars falling thru the naked trees,
a shiver in the chilled breeze
 as every creature gathers to shelters squeezed.

Mid morning chill
 bring on that frosty thrill
where body and soul are still
 eyeing beauty along the hill.

Mid November appliques
 or strewn along the earth's display
of autumn quickly tendered
 to the arrival of early December.

Come away a moment
 observe the wonder of this sudden torment
when winter begins encroachment
 upon the dream of Christmas moments.

First a flake and then the storming
 brings on the seasons warning
of time moving too fast to measure
 hold the today for tomorrow's treasure.

snowrhyme

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