THE FIRST SNOWFLAKE (An Original Poem)

The sun hangs high
in the morning sky,
in the cooling air
the first snowflake flies

It flutters down
for all to see,
and gets lost among
the fallen leaves

It’s not long before
his friends arrive,
more tiny flakes
from Autumn skies

Like diamonds shining
pure and bright,
they glitter in
the morning light

The air grows brutally
frigid as North winds blow,
and the leaves get lost
beneath the snow

If all is well
and all is right,
and this continues
through the night

We’ll dash for the door,
mittens in hand,
to begin this Winter’s
first SNOWMAN!

(Gif sourced from Giphy.com)

This poem is from my children’s poetry collection entitled, "Twelve From Memory Lane."

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