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.