First Snow

 First Snow

A torrent of snow is showering down

Straight from low clouds to the brightening ground,

Not a whisper of wind, just softness, no sound.

What did the Artist’s crystals create for my eye?

A whitening world of earth, air, and sky,

Aglow with chalk dust snow on the fly.

The animals knew it was to be snowing,

The birds at the feeders busily dining,

Dropping seeds to the squirrels happily gleaning.

Even the fox appeared hurriedly hunting,

At the edge of the yard hungrily prowling.

Though the light snow will surely soon disappear,

For now, the scene is one I hold dear.

I’ve seen another snowfall, I’ve lived another year.