First Snow

Upon the crest of autumn leaves
As cold rains wet the earth
Comes the heart of winter's song
To bring forth the first snow's birth.

The swirling winds of time have come
Increasing autumn's haste
Into the past with other seasons
Within our minds encased.

Now comes the chill of winter's kiss
As the white cape falls with grace
Upon the hues of autumns reign
A coat of whitewash, now is placed.

It covers dirty grounds with hope
And cleanses with its touch
It sparks a bit of innocence
With it's artistic brush.