Untouched softness of winter’s first snowfall,
I love to watch as it slowly sails down,
More pure and whiter then pearls
Which grace a monarch’s crown,
Though the snow looks so freezing,
And many do surely frown.
Snowflakes light like a feathery down
Upon bare limbs of trees,
And on the dry and withered flowers
That sway in the breeze,
Now wearing bright white robes
As summer never sees.
Pleasant memories stir within me,
Of quiet and softly falling snow,
As the Grey neighs, and bells jingle,
In days of so long ago,
When joy of being together
Touched the heart and soul.
Again the first snow gives promises
Of quiet times once more,
When sitting by the hearth in bliss,
Sublime bliss of love when day is o’re.
With a loved one in twilight glow,
Nothing is more dear than this.
It is quite early for a snowfall here where I live, yet the weatherman has predicted snow for next week. I love that untouched softness of winter’s first snowfall and got a bit nostalgic.
Please feel free to critique.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns
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