Maiden Snow
“It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it."
John Burroughs
The biting wind howls
A drunk insolent hound
The moon and stars
Nowhere to be found
The night dreary and cold
Though the fires are lit
White smoke up the chimney
By the fireplace we sit
Feet in thick woolen socks
Looking out the window
Awaiting patiently
The winter’s maiden snow
A hoary cold winter evening
Always a much-awaited blessing
09-16-2022
© F Aparici
It’s September but I am already waiting for the first winter snow. Where we live, chances are slim to none.
#2022WinterSnow
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