First snow

As I sit here at my desk

And look out a window pane,

I watch the snow fall softly

And I think of all the wonders

That this first snow brings.


There are icicles on my porch,

And a whiteness on the pines.

The grass is covered up

With snowflakes, crisp and clear.


The sky is blue and pink

On this early winter morn,

And as the snow falls from the clouds,

I can hear the Maker say,

"All that I have made is good."