Of Fall's First Snowfall

While it was dark the Artist’s brush

Smoothed autumn’s tarnished sweeps away

The world soft-swaddled in white hush

Where winter’s pristine shadows splay

While wond’rers slept the artist swept

Earth clean of weary grays and brown

And what seemed brooding and bereft

Is redressed in a dazzling gown

We flock to gawk, wowed and wide-eyed

Like tourists in a foreign world

To marvel at a countryside

That Artist After Dark unfurled

© Janet Martin