First Snow

A cascade poem about first snow. . .

When summer ends.
When trees are brown and dead
Everything looks better after the first snow.

You wish days would stay hot.
You wish evenings would stay bright
When summer ends.

You wish the world would stay green
You wish birds would stay home.
When trees are brown and dead

White flakes kiss you on the cheeks.
A frosting coats the ground
Everything looks better after the first snow

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