My love beckons:
“Come with me and see.”
So, I look out,
face against the glass.

White powder drops…
dressing up the grass.
Silently it calls out,
to stir a yearning in me.

Slowly, I unhook the latch
opening the window wide…
I stretch my arm out,
flakes melt in my hand.

I close the window,
And I am warm again.
What a wonder,
…to feel my first snow.

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