The first snow of the year
A blanket of pure white
The green trees painted cold
The stinging wind that bites
The air its cold below
Below zero proclaims
With all seen bundled up
To love this, true insane
The purity of it all
For me does not forebode
Sitting in warm house
Truly more than bored
The people tread in haste
Complain of chattering teeth
A lovely chance to rest
Admire the beauty deep
How wondrous is this plan
From summers heat to cold
The variance amazed
Excitement times of old
Remember first snows
Teenagers and snow fights
Look to the beauty deep
This isn’t wrong,, its right
Do not regret this plan
Let nature take its coarse
Admire change rebirth
The true root heavens mirth
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