Tuesday, September 29, 2015

First Snow

by Cheryl Merrick

Gazing out at the cool, gray morning,
I am startled to see snowflakes
drifting down.
Unwilling to give up my autumn strolls
by the river,
I stare at the silent falling snow;
Til mesmerized by the delicate beauty,
My mind fills, flake by flake,

with Christmas memories.  

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