First Snow

The light lifts us

out of our deep chasms

our box of magic tricks

our secret desires wrapped up in gaudy storylines

and our eyes open.

Same old,

same old,

we barely but glance out the window.

Until we realize...

the trees are a glossy white

ribbons of winter twirled artfully

around their branches.

The ground is a blanket

of powdered sugar, silently declaring

its domain over the rich earthen cake.

We see everything through a film

of thick, glittery white

as the marbles of snow descend softly

through the air.

Overhead, a penny-sized sun breathes its stove breath

onto the dripping icicles.

The first snow quickly melts away

but its memory is here to stay.