First Snow

Winter's winds whisper through the trees,
Coaxing clumps of pure white powder
To take flight and fall once more to the ground.
Fat flakes flutter on their way to the earth,
Doing their delicate dance all around.

Tonight, time tends to slow to a stop,
While soft snow silences many sounds,
So does the snow call the city to sleep
As it follows its path, earthbound.

With wonder, we watch, while fragile flakes fall,
Ancient magic our hearts remember.
While whispering winds sing an old northern song,
Welcoming white month, December.

We feel the chill of Nature's breath,
And oh, we could commend her;
She brings such peace for us to see
As our fires die down to embers.