Listening to every heart
The First Snowfall
There were snowfalls elsewhere, earlier, I know
but the first snowfall here, a vision in a show
of beauty, light and merry, absolute glee,
as the frost-white snowflakes gently encircled me.
Wet large snowflakes, an artist's pure delight
came down 'round my head late into the night,
half-dollar sized, and flung from angels' hands
drifted to my corner, fell upon the land.
Now in mornings' light, the vision still remains,
snow clinging to tree limbs, the world is not the same,
and 'tho it should disappear, and melt its merry way,
I am glad to have been here, just to see this day.
5 December 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow