A Snowy Day

First Snow

The snow wipes out the writing of the year;

Its swift erasers softly, surely pass

Across the hieroglyphics of the grass

And clean the slate of summer, spear by spear.

Where was a tale of gardens there is now

A smudged and undecipherable scrawl;

And where illumined lettering of fall,

A dim-inked outline of an austere bough.

The hills depicted on the sky are blurred

As blackboards hid behind a cloud of chalk,

And fast as feet of pigeons write a word

It is obliterated from the walk.

An ancient picture script alone remains -

A panorama etched on windowpanes.

from Kitchen Sonnets by Ethel Romig Fuller

Now you might be laughing, but this is our first snow of the year.

I picked the daffodils in my garden yesterday,

then woke to snow this morning.

I am loving it because it is beautiful,

but also because we can still get out and about.