"First Snow"
Shaved ice falls from the sky,
The winds are sharp with cold
that pinches the cheeks of children
snacking on the sight of new seasons.
The final green leaves become covered with white,
sweet mint syrup sinking
and the smile on the child’s face is newly minted
and shiny like a coin — it only buys joy.
Footsteps leave imprints,
where a chocolate brown springs up
and with a sweet tooth runs the child
drinking in enjoyment as he separates the slush.
The first snow is fresh,
a sweet and cool taste for the brain
and the opportunity to feel
like a child once again.
