FIRST FLAKE OF SNOW (poem)

FIRST FLAKE OF SNOW

I cannot find through morning mist,
nor is it in, lights first dew kiss!

I run to seek, as echo's call,
from river's deep,
with rain of fall.

Does thou know, where I should go?
Shall I follow, with the flow?

Nay, I shall not; for I have found;
a perfect blanket, on the ground.

Oh! Now I see(I said to me);

and with one last chance,
I strain to glance;

Yes!
There they are,

above, all aglow;

I was just simply,

the first flake of snow!

DDS (11-1994)

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