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
celebrating the First Snowfall.