The first snowflakes glide

They accumulate on weathered brown leaves

Rigid crevices begin to soften…

Peaks become shorter and disappear.

Soon and casually a softened quilted earth

Squinting eyes…look up toward muted tones

Visible breath distracts a little.

Freshened anticipation of the finishing touches

Crosses the minds of many…beneath colored hats.

(c) Rick Wyman