it was magical. The birds ate ravenously while the snow fell.
Although it was just a smattering of flakes, it transformed the garden.
The downy woodpecker and the sparrows share a meal.
The littlest Christmas tree.
Queen Anne's Lace dressed in white.
Snow gracefully blankets the tree branches.
The First Snow
Philip M. Raskin 1880 - 1944
Fairy-like on earth advancing,
All transforming, all entrancing,
Playing on their way and dancing,
Soil-untarnished yet,
Silver stars from sky are dropping,
Little fairies skipping, hopping,
On the roofs and turrets popping,
Crowns with diamonds set.
Greeting nature’s silver wedding,
Argent splendor they are shedding,
And a bridal veil outspreading,
Like a silver net;
Till town-alleys, foul and tainted,
Turn cathedral-aisles ensainted,
Carved with gorgeous, ermine-painted,
Ornamental fret.
How all changed by elfin power!
Every house a magic tower,
Every tree with lilac-flower
Lures like a coquette.
Following in their magic traces,
Hidden joy each heart embraces,
Sparkling eyes and brightened faces
Everywhere are met.
How I love you, white-robed city,
Maiden-pure, and maiden-pretty!
But my love is—what a pity!—
Tempered with regret.
Truer lover you would find me,
If you were not to remind me
Of a cold land left behind me
That I’d fain forget.
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