The magic of a first snowfall
The magic of a first snowfall,
A whisper soft, a silken call,
As flurries dance on chilled breeze,
A quiet spell, the world at ease.
Each flake, a gem from skies untold,
A fleeting story, bright and cold,
They glide and twirl in gentle grace,
A winter’s kiss on earth’s embrace.
The earth, a canvas pure and white,
Transforms beneath the moon’s soft light.
The trees stand bare, their branches bare,
Yet wear the snow like woven care.
The world slows down, a hush descends,
As time itself begins to bend,
Each step a crunch, each breath a mist,
In winter’s hand, the world exists.
The air, a frosty lullaby,
As snowflakes fall from starry sky.
A magic that can’t be undone,
A fleeting dance beneath the sun.
For in that moment, all is still,
As snowflakes drift, and hearts grow still,
In awe, we watch the world unfold,
As first snowfall whispers stories bold.