The First Snowfall
The first snow-fall of winter, When in the woods we roam, The trees are bending, so quiet, And the leaves drift softly home. The sky is heavy and gray, But the world is pure and bright— The flakes come down like angels, And fill the heart with light.
O soft white peace of winter, When and where dan the last Thaw of my heart come on to feel The warmth of seasons past. Let us enjoy this white wonder, And grasp the fleeting hours, For soon the bright sun will melt us Beneath his summer showers.
- James Russell Lowell