The first snow
like a slap on
a baby's bottom
The blushing trees
gazing on from
another world
The geese left early
and the squirrels
are abed
Only I am left
to see the drifting
flakes - and wonder
Warm glowing leaves
soon hidden, retreated
to their fairy realm
While evergreens
feel every needle come alive
in the magical air
Their green patches
sheltered by the canopy
like memories
And only I am left
to see the blanket
of white - and wonder.
