At altitude, winter arrives many moons
Before her appointed time. Red, gold, russet
And orange leaves desperately cling to conifers
In a vain attempt to hold hands with fall just a bit longer.
Sometimes winter sneaks in while we are sleeping
And we wake to the beauty of her first snowfall.
Even heaps of trash are beautiful covered in diamond white!
At other times she blows in with fierce velocity at mid day,
Catching light sweater wearing workers by surprise at days end.
But not to worry...snowploughs and salty chemicals are always
Prepared to come to the rescue. Unless of course the temperature
Has fallen well below zero and that beautiful diamond white loveliness
Measures five feet ten inches....and the city has all but disappeared!
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is something romantic about the first snowfall just like the first day of spring. I enjoy your writing. Thank you for reading my poems.