Ron and Roger Enjoying Snow at 5

First Snow

I looked out on the clear and cold,

and found snow falling down,

in hypnotic rhythm, without a sound.

Without persistence or patience,

first snow soon covered the ground.

Strange, it conjured up warm memories,

of childhood's first snow;

when snow falls and then,

with a soft feel under feet,

forcing me to go walking,

in the clear morning air,

through autumn made neat.

And, white, oh so white,

to trim the trees and make,

the long night bright.

First snow was always the best;

we would forgot for the moment,

that the long winter ahead, 

would give us a test.

As we looked back on fresh tracks,

marking our way, 

we couldn't remember,

over warm drinks at sunset, 

when we'd had a better day.

Copyright 1997 © Ronald W. Hull

12/13/97