The First

The skies are a heavy grey

The wind is softly blowing

Frost is decorating the barren trees

There is a bite of moisture in the air

As the first snow of the season

Gently falls from above

First it will gather on the grass

Then it creates a sparkling wonderland

If only for a moment

Untouched nature’s splendor

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