The First Snow

The snow made a warm blanket
Without making a sound
Then it disappeared melting to the ground
Slowly, she faded
Turning to rain
Somehow she broke a smile
Before she softly said goodbye
She was the first snow, although you didn’t know
You didn’t want to know, until she had to go
And so she slipped away, abating like a drizzling mist
As the fog did lift
Her scent would somehow last forever …
Of copper teapots
Winter woolens
Blackstrap molasses
Comfort in dreams
Still she’d have to go away …
Slowly, she faded
Turning to rain
All creation was cleansed to bloom again
-Kelly S. Griswold

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