On the first day of winter,
 the earth awakens
to the cold touch of itself.
Snow knows no other recourse
except 
this falling, this sudden letting go
over the small gnomed bushes, all the emptying trees.
Snow puts beauty back
into the withered and malnourished,
into the death-wish of nature and the deliberate way
winter insists
on nothing less than deference.
Waiting all its life, snow says, Let me cover you.
– Laura Lush
NICE
Yes, please, cover me with snow!
Oh that is so lovely~thank you for sharing such a sweet simple poem. I do miss the snow. Where has it gone? I know it used to snow here…and alot at times, and regularly. Now it seems a rare occurence with our winter weather leaning more toward “wintry mixes” and ice storms. Snow….where are you, waiting all your life to cover us?
Beautiful!