The First Snow Poem by Sidi Mahtrow
The First Snow
Slowly, softly the crystals form
Each on a small nucleus, a particle
Built onto until the naked eye
Sees the multifaceted form
Taking a shape.
Then it grows too heavy
Like a pregnant woman
Disgorging the product
Of her womb.
A perfect flake
Begins the slow descent
Leaving behind a void,
Quickly filled by others.
And the bird on the limb
Ruffles its feathers
It's going to be
A long cold night.
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