First Snow

When I rose this morning the sky was blue

The air was still, as if holding its breath

The trees and the grass were covered in dew

Autumn, it seemed, had still not met its death

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Time passed from dawn to later in the morn

The sky became grey as an old man’s beard

To shimmering frost the dew did transform

And leaves were shuddering as if a-feared

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Then wind gusts sent them all to fluttering

Swirling and dancing to rest on the ground

Leaving tree branches bare and stuttering

Lashing about as the sky came unbound

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Casting a fury of snow in the air

Covering all which had just been laid bare