I still remember snow,
though it was long ago.
I miss it this time of year,
snow heralded good cheer.

Autumn chill had turned to cold,
leaves turned brown on the ground,
trees starkly nude as though dead,
a worrying time of deep, dark dread.

And then, the gray skies opened up,
crystal snowflakes came floating down,
in flurries of white covering the ground.
Hiding the dark dead and the frown.

Through the moonlit night snowflakes fall,
light of the stars doing magic as well.
For when the dawn brings brilliant sunlight,
our world transformed, sparkling and bright.

White warmth and softness came into view,
inviting to walk out in to enjoy the time,
when snow is beautiful and so benign.
When snowballs and angels easy on the mind.

But winter always continues to move on,
storms will come regularly until the spring.
Strong howling winds blizzards will bring.
Hard drifts and heavy shoveling our thing.

When the snow is all dark encrusted with ice.
My remembrance of snow was not so nice.
When we waited for the sun to melt it away,
we could take off our heavy clothes every day.