You stood there,
With winds bellowing.
Your hair flying.
The cold engulfs you.
Your face flushed red.
You tighten your hold.
Looking up above.
A grey blanket spread.
With pecks of blue in between.
Making up its mind.
To clear or cover.
Hide and Seek by the sun.
Keeps you afoot.
Tingles of chill run all over.
Feeling tickled on the face.
You see the first speck,
Vaguely visible in sight.
A white crystal like a star.
Reflecting a cold sun's ray.
Gently settling on the floor.
A carpet of white elegance.
Lies ahead your path.
The wondrous beauty to see.
Even though a little cold it may be.
The sight of seeing your first snow.
Is a joy in itself.
Nature's hand at work,
A white marvel indeed.
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