First Snow by Raymond A. Foss
Thoughts of walking in a winter wonderland with her. She wrote, “I like snow when it is falling. All clean and beautiful.”
A friend remarks, “the snow is here, everything is white and appears to be more pure, almost innocent...”
It is a beautiful kind of first snow. Everything is more innocent; but only for a whisper of time.
Too soon it will clump and fall Splashed up off the street, Mixed with grime
But now, in the falling, milking the sky teasing as it falls light, airy
Covering other sins blanketing a seemingly silent noisy world muffled and cloaked in white
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