The Snows Of Yesterday Poem by John F. McCullagh

They came, unbidden, though the night;
These wet invaders dressed in white.
They covered lawns, they coated cars,
They seemed more numerous than the stars.
Then, with the Dawn, Sol's warming rays
began to number their reign in days.
The Earth will be brown once again
as each small snowflake meets its end.

It's true as well of women borne;
We have our moment in the Sun.
Then, too soon, we pass away,
like these snowflakes, one by one.
Remaining only in memory, dear,
like the snows of yesteryear.