OCTOBER SNOW
arising from the misted cloud of long fogged sleep
to view the purest morning sight
stumble to the window
upon which all is white
the tender flakes still falling now
as they blanketed the night
the chill
the air
a silent calm
everywhere
settled with delight
a sigh escapes within the soul
breathe in this masterpiece
green pine peaking from the between the sheets
to kiss the tiniest of flakes
they drift
and drift
and drift
playfully to the ground
dancing on the coldest wind
without the slightest sound
the world outside the window
leaves the silence echoing
all throughout the town
this the ancient beauty
of the first
October Snow
