First Snow by Kathy Larson

©2009
Kathy Larson

First Snow

A peek through the blinds;
it’s there.
A pale shroud blanketing our cars
beneath the arc-sodium light
of early dawn.
Damn.

Not so long ago, first snow
would have sent me scurrying
to tickle my child awake.
Get up! Come see! It snowed!
Huddled together,
Laughing.

In a time fast becoming distant,
I believed in the magic
of first snow.
Baptized in crystal splendour
the world beckoned, offered
Hope
Glory
Promise.

But, see,
as dawn fades to dusk,
first snow becomes
any snow, becomes last snow.
And all it is, in the end,
is cold and wet.
A veil of frozen tears,
over promises never kept.

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