The First Dropped Snow

The first dropped snow fall quietly to the ground.
The sun breaks through thick gray clouds
warmth to replace the ice cold of winter.
Branches are lifting, dropping mountains of snow
no longer prisoners as they spring to life.
Many return to their natural place
while some never move at all.
Unfortunately accidents of a harsh, cruel winter.
Icicles give way – drop, by drop, by drop
as warmth surrounds their frozen still bodies.
Thin, frosted spears become shiny and smooth
as Nature repaints the winter white landscape.
Great blankets of snow reveal secrets below
twisted, frozen shapes of limps and weeds.
Mother Nature seems harsh, even cruel at times,
but there’s always a spring with growth and renewal.
The first dropped snow, gives way in the sun.

Poetry & Photo by Patricia Walter 1999 ©