By Donna Puglisi
Cape Canaveral Branch, Florida
The quiet, the hush of a first snowfall.
Delicate snowflakes cover my hair, kiss my eyelashes, melt on my tongue.
Each doilied flake is so fragile, each one unique in design.
In the morning I awake to a world of frosty winter silence.
I am the first footstep to disturb the perfect glistening white carpet.
In a moment of childish excitement, I fall backwards into
a pillow of virgin snow, making a beautiful snow angel.
My work of art will last for a brief moment before it becomes one with
winter’s canvas,
celebrating the First Snowfall.
Thanks, Sue! Yes, those memories are great and magical, but I prefer Florida now! Stay warm in that snowstorm!!
The First Snowfall is as lovely as the event it describes. I enjoyed it so much. Thank you.
Thank you, Andrea! Growing up in Wisconsin, we had plenty of “First Snowfalls”!!
VERY WELL CONSTRUCTED AND NOT OVERDONE. JUST ABOUT PERFECT.
THANKS FOR SHARING.
Good memories of snow when I was brought up in Wisconsin! Thanks, Barb!
Absolutely magical, you capture the mystery and wonder of snow and how it delights the soul.
Thank you, JoAnna! I left the wonder of snow for my imagination and great memories as a kid too. Now I’m happy in Florida!
Evokes that universal childhood wonder, thanks.
Wonder is magical! To be able to look at something like a child is wonder enough! Thanks, Sarah!
beautiful description. Even though you are in Florida it is a perfect picture of what we here in upstate NY feel when we first walk out into a new snowstorm