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
