By Raymond A. Foss
Snow
in the air
long before the first flakes
started their long fall from the
heavens
snow in the feel, the smell,
the texture of the air
feeling
the falling barometer
the shift in the weather
Falling lightly at first,
while
I stood at the sink,
mesmerized, watching
their dance
downward
Go upstairs, roust the girls,
hear the excitement, the joy
at
the first real snowfall
Accumulating white, flake by flake
on the ground,
the cars,
still quiet snow, light and airy
a film of white, cell by
cell
cleaning the world
in white
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