First Snow

It is the year’s first snow,

silently.

How could we know,

You’d go?

 

The snow keeps falling,

still.

Your calling,

rings.

 

The white night sighs,

peacefully.

Snow drops from the skies;

God cries.

 

Come now year’s first snow,

unite us.

We’ll dance in the night’s spirit-glow;

And know.

 

~fs