My friend Kenny and I were hanging out one gray December day and the snow started to fall — first snow of the year. For some reason, it stopped us both dead in our tracks as we peered out the window. All we could do was stare in awe … we were imprisoned by the sight. 

From the higher regions it falls, 
    A lazy flurry of icy fleece. 
Forseen with bated wintry breath, 
    And leaping hearts — 
Feathery is the offering on its maiden voyage. 
 
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Like a refreshing shower from a puffy otherworld, 
    Full of soft, fancy flakes; 
Drifting, it heaps against the bare and forgotten, 
    A punctured pillow — 
That colors the world cott’ny white. 
 
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A cleansing squall circling the upper air. 
    All’s calmed upon its arresting descent, 
Whirling, it sheets the slate-grey sky entire, 
    Shackling the eye — 
Then … breathless … we peacefully surrender.