2002-04-28 - 1:17 a.m.
First Snowfall
The sun shines brightly,
reflecting off the newly fallen snow,
a sudden flash of light
like the very first flower of spring.
The wind is icy, but gentle
and it kisses my cheeks with the cool morning air.
As I watch, the snow flurries race to the ground,
dancing on the wind and through my hair.
This serene blanket of snow
covers the sleeping world with it's embrace,
not a chilling hand of death, but
a loving mother, warming the Earth with her quilt.
