Featured Poem: First Snowfall

By Donna Puglisi
Cape Canaveral Branch, Florida

 

The quiet, the hush of a first snowfall.

Delicate snowflakes cover my hair, kiss my eyelashes, melt on my tongue.

 

Each doilied flake is so fragile, each one unique in design.

 

In the morning I awake to a world of frosty winter silence.

I am the first footstep to disturb the perfect glistening white carpet.

 

In a moment of childish excitement, I fall backwards into

a pillow of virgin snow, making a beautiful snow angel.

 

My work of art will last for a brief moment before it becomes one with

 winter’s canvas,

celebrating the First Snowfall.

 

 

 

10 comments

    • Donna Puglisi says:

      Thank you, JoAnna! I left the wonder of snow for my imagination and great memories as a kid too. Now I’m happy in Florida!

  1. sue moritt says:

    beautiful description. Even though you are in Florida it is a perfect picture of what we here in upstate NY feel when we first walk out into a new snowstorm

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