First Snow

Dazling, dancing, on my face.
The snowflakes fall into their place.
Creating patterns so divine.
Invading memories, stopping time.

I breath in deep, I love this air.
That carries flakes unto my hair.
They spin a song of wintertime.
A whisper of music so sublime.

Covering me with a wonderous white.
A color clashing with this dark night.
I listen to the music and then I fear.
That the coming spring is far too near.