The First Snow
It’s that Christmas card thing…
Bright white light at dead of night,
splashed across the orchard floor;
marks the snowfall’s quiet arrival,
unannounced at Winter’s door.
Huddled thick and deep in corners,
scattered thin and sparse on trees;
shows the path of wild creatures,
free to wander where they please.
Silver-coating winter berries;
sugar-frosting sheltered lanes;
powder-dusting window ledges;
nicely icing window panes.
Dawn comes in on silent footsteps
Utters only muffled sounds.
Filters through the gaps in hedges.
Has no limits knows no bounds.
Daylight sketching crystal rainbows,
sunlight drawing red the edge;
Snow shifts swiftly on the breezes,
dipping curtsies on the hedge.
Gathers round the sides of buildings,
rolls unhindered from the tiles;
Spills from steps and stoops and standings,
congregates in great soft piles.