First Snow
First Snow
She fell to Earth, coating the land with a soft hush
For one short month, in between, she embraced her long-lost lover, Autumn, until their time together came to an end and he departed from her icy arms.
Now she sits lonely, as even the birds flee from her.
She is a beauty to behold; pale, and oh so delicate
Sparkling in the weak sunlight of the early morning
Her ice chip eyes ever watching, only sleeping as Spring sweeps in with her gown of flowers.
She remains unsatisfied, only taking her leave when those who were once filled with joy at the sight of her are longing for her rival, Summer.
But even then, we are always waiting for her to come round again, and bring with her the opportunity of fresh tracks in the first snow.
The Voice
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