First Snow Post-card

This morning's snow-fall feels like the first snowfall again 

(photo taken at our first snow-fall a few weeks ago)  

because of the sort-of-summer-like weather we had between... 

A bitty hedge, a clump of sedge, a stump, a twig, a stem

Beneath first-snow are transformed into beauty’s diadem

Brown banks that bled their blossom dry beside the babbling stream

Are ravished with the lullaby of star-like cherubim

From yonder courts the doors of heaven-corridors swing wide

Where happy dogs and children dot the white-cot countryside

Joy to the world descends, befriending nature’s upturned face

As every hungry hollow is kissed with amazing grace

Earth is a flower-garden filled with snow-drops spilling wild

They wake within a wasted world the laughter of a child

Where tumbling from far tresses like a broken feather-bed

Gilt gossamer caresses earth with heaven-splendored thread

Upon plush breeze the melodies of innocence are borne

It rouses from soft slumber memories of lost youth’s morn

And stirs a sweet remembrance of its simpler time somehow

As first-snow re-acquaints us with the child of long ago

© Janet Martin