First Flakes
- Ava
- Nov 8, 2017
- 1 min read
Updated: Mar 18, 2020
The first sight of snow
is a new beginning
the cold and crystals
flutter down
gently to the ground.
Making a magical
glass globe
of snow.
A winter wonderland
full of cozy joys,
memories,
and frosty windows.
The silence
of snow
is louder
than noise.
The darkness of snow
is filling and soft.
The candles flicker
in a window
as
first flakes fall
outside.
The street is empty
and quiet on a Monday night.
The streetlight shines
with hope as the vacant houses
sit in silence.
The candle burns out
and only serenity is left
on a silent snowy night.
Beautiful writing, Ava V!
I love your poems Ava. Thank you for sharing the words of winter, I felt like I was in the middle of a mountain towns winter storm. This helps bring in the holiday feeling that is so quickly approaching.
Between Scottsdale Arizona (80 degrees) and Venice, Florida (85 degrees) I am only able vicariously to enjoy your snow poem, although I remember what winter was about. You are a talent!
I devoured this poem like
a famished Wolf
Who encountered the glorious banquet
of words, images, and feelings set free and unbound, shared for all.
Then sat back completely full,
And deliciously happy.
Your words are a gift, Ava. Keep sharing.
Wow! Makes me actually look forward to winter!