First Snowfall

The snow! How silently it falls,

A lacy curtain for the walls

and windows of the winter sky.

See how it drifts for hours and hours

And blankets all the beds where flow'rs

In slumber lie.

And trees, with outstretched arms embrace

The lovely, fragile, folds of lace

That downward fly.

To watch this white tranquility,

Another person could not be

As glad as I.

Written when I was very young - probably when studying the Romantic Poets!

Hope you're having a wonderful weekend!