First snow of the year

A glimpse outside the window,

shows the sight that every child wishes for.

A thick layer of fluffy white powder.

This was the first snow of the year.

Wrapped up in two hats,

two scarves, two layers of gloves.

Dressed in thick winter pants, and a thick fleece jacket,

the child is allowed out into the snow.

They run but fall into the powdery snow,

giggles escaping from between their lips.

They flop over to their backs,

slowly moving their arms and legs,

in a slow arching pattern.

They move oh so carefully,

as not to destroy their creation-

a perfect snow angel.

They run and run around, with

friends and friends,

joining them out in the fun snow.

Snow is picked up in gloved hands,

circled and packed together,

to form a perfect snowball.

“Launch!” comes the call from one of the boys.

By command, ten snowballs are launched at the same time.

Hmmpfs and uggs are heard as

one by one they are pounded by snowballs.

As the sky darkens and

another wave of flakes begin to fall,

the calls of mothers all around,

call out for their children to come home.

The first snowfall of the year,

is the most special one indeed.

To always remember, to always treasure.

To always hold dear till you are old-

and have nothing else to remember.