First Snow
I hadn’t spent time dreading it,
Nor did I feel excitement for its arrival.
But, in the darkness of night it came,
And in the morning light I saw the blanket of white,
Pulled up and tucking in my mountain home.
So, in spite of myself I was awed,
By the beauty and sense of magic dressed in white,
And my belief in what is pure and good was renewed,
In this crazy mixed up world.
Cryssa
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Regis
Connie