Garden Snow

The first snow always brings memories flooding back. The big flakes I love the best. Open wide and just gulp 'em down! I STILL do it to this day. Did it last evening on the way to a party.
-a selection from
The First Snowfall-
The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.

Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.


I stood and watched by the window
The noiseless work of the sky,
And the sudden flurries of snow-birds,
Like brown leaves whirling by.
-By James Russell Lowell