The First Snow - Brookline, Massachusetts, 2009
Sparkling at sunrise, diamond encrusted
Trees stretch skyward, each sensual outline
Highlighted white, each graceful limb trusted
To model beauty bestowed by the sky.
No art can make the footfall silent here
Where pearls shatter with each step. Brittle,
My morning walk echoes shattering clear
From houses roundabout, wherein little
Goes on, no doubt, so early it is, here.
Down the street delivered the Sunday Times,
Thrown from the window of an SUV
To land in sleepy doorways. Thinking, rhymes,
I write a poem, as so often suits me.
And here it is, to share with you this small
But not insignificant joy, the first snowfall.
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