I closed up the house tight as a drum 
for I knew the first snowfall was certain to come.

Breezes picked up, clouds rolled in 
and the only creature seen was a tiny little wren.

I put on my coat, having looked out the glass, 
and decided to journey along the leaf-trodden path.

The smell in the air was crisp, fresh and clean 
and the beauty of Fall's trees still readily seen. 

While walking along I looked up to the sky 
and felt a tiny drop of moisture touch near my eye.

And so it had started, those dancing little flakes, 
another of the wonders that only God makes. 


First Snow by Karen Sarnecki, ©2004