First Flakes

I saw the first ones,

Today, I saw them.

Those little white specks,

Fluttering down.

Only a few at first,

Surely more to come.

Like a sparkling shower,

In the morning sunrise.

Oh how the cold shook me,

The bitter bite of the wind.

Cuts through you like,

A sharp steel blade.

But those lovely flakes,

That seem so pure,

Innocent and virginal,

Make it worthwhile.

I feel at peace,

When I watch them,

As they slowly come down,

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~Zoo