First Frost And Snow of Winter

First Frost And Snow Of Winter

A hush falls where the leaves once lay,

their golden glow now swept away.

The frost creeps in, the ground turns glass,

a sparkling mirror where shadows pass.

The world turns white, so soft and still,

a quiet magic, winter’s will.

The sky lets gentle flakes drift down,

each one unique, without a sound.

They settle lightly on the trees,

and dance upon the icy breeze.

Branches bow beneath the snow,

a beauty pure, a peaceful glow.

Footsteps press through fields of white,

each print a memory of the night.

Though snow will melt, its gift remains,

a fleeting joy the heart sustains.

The first snow whispers, calm and deep:

This moment’s ours, for us to keep.

Frost and ice a nightmare or romantic dream

A natures picture to paint, or a silent scream.