First Snow

When the first snow comes
I cannot wait to walk
To feel the deluge of snowflakes
Falling on me and around me

So gently falling to the ground
And disintegrating below my feet
The air feels so crisp and enveloping
And I love to look to the heavens
To see the vastness of the sky turned white

But mostly I rush to take my walk
Because it reminds me of the farm
Where I grew up, where so much was formed
And it is as if I am back there as a little girl

I see the vastness of the field
With the remains of the corn stalks
From the recent harvest
And see how the snow falls

It is the endless beauty of God's hand
The field with the backdrop of forest
Towering pine trees and the walnut tree
Standing alone on the hill
I can almost hear the crunch under my feet

The way we would check the
Sled riding hill and imagine
That if the snow was really an event
We'd end up there with such fun and laughter

And I know that when I glimpse that scene
In my mind's eye--it always brings warmth
And joy to think of the memories there
And I'm so glad those thoughts come to mind still so easily

That's why I love the first snow
Gentle and quiet that brings solace
Where is the silence surrounds
As each flake joins the others

And I am filled with the blessing of the moment.