First Snow
Soft and white the landscape,
Spreading farther than I can see,
Skipping over rolling hills,
Turning around every tree.
Its blanket has no edges,
It folds and drapes through town,
Resting on every newel post,
In a perfect little mound.
The sun comes out
From behind a cloudy veil of gray,
A picture perfect moment,
To start this winter's day.
For: Weather Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Angela Tune
Copyright © Paulette Calasibetta | Year Posted 2016
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