Reflections on Snow
Reflections on Snow
After many a winter
I seem to like snow best
that never falls
unless on a Christmas card
or in a paperweight
blowing up a blizzard
when shaken. Still and all
the first snowfall
of the season is hard
to resist: The world
is clad in a white
choir robe ... there
is a sparkle in the air;
the meadow is whiter than white.
I might give in ... just might.