Our First Snow
she has freshened the meadow
the fence post are topped off in merry fashion
she floats down with such a light touch
if she was not cold, we might not notice
she begins lightly
giving us a tiny version of herself
no one expects her to keep up this pace
but she does
for six hours
our yards resemble Santa’s village
everything has been touched
she is twinkling with a spirit of joy
I do not want to make prints
feeling a reverence
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