“First Snowfall,” New Era, Dec. 2007, 49
First Snowfall
The snow fell, at first,
gray and wet,
thick and heavy,
almost like rain pouring
down the doubts of a long winter,
soaking Into the parched,
water-thirsty ground.
I threw my head back,
opened my mouth
to catch the snowflakes,
and the sky was dizzy—
I was dizzy—
the kind of dizzy
when you realize
that you aren’t afraid of falling,
when you know you have found
something that you had lost.
Photo by Elizabeth Taylor Frandsen; do not copy