Flakes fall on your head,
Catch in your eyelashes,
Sting your cheek.
You stick out your tongue
To try and catch a few.
The instant one touches
the tip of your tongue,
It melts
and treats you to an ice cold drink.

Children flock out of houses,
Sleds and skates in their hands,
Excited to see the sky white.
As you look around
at the pure joy radiating from this otherwise dull day,
You know that this joy
has been cooped up inside
for far too long,
Waiting for this first snowfall.

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