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