First Winter

Floating on the wind is a little snowflake whohas journeyed from a home far away 

landing on the tongue of one so smallwho has never seenthe likes of powdery cold.

All bundled up in coats and mittenswondering in innocenceWhy all that was green became

brown and dead and now has changed againto that of it’s young white skin.

The eyes of the child open and theysee time has moved forward for they are no longer

a child. 

It was but a memory, a dream of youth.

The adult looks outside only to see the familiar sight of snow.

Now its childlike wonder is gone.

Just like the snow flakes they have traveled so far to a land so foreign, so cold.

Another glance through the window a similar scene plays of a little bundle 

enjoying the sights

of first

Winter