The First Snow Of Winter

The First Snow of Winter

The world awakens, veiled in white,

A quiet dawn, a softer light.

Each branch adorned, a crystal crown,

A hush descends upon the town.

The earth, once weary, now appears

Renewed beneath this cloak of years.

Footsteps vanish, a fleeting trace,

As winter paints the world with grace.

The air is crisp, the breath is seen,

A fleeting puff, a fragile sheen.

Children’s laughter breaks the calm,

Their joy a winter’s healing balm.

Each flake, a whisper, soft and still,

A poet’s dream, a painter’s quill.

They gather, dance, and intertwine,

To craft a scene near most divine.

The first snow falls, a gentle plea,

To pause, reflect, and simply be.

For in this fleeting, pure embrace,

We find the magic time won’t erase.