Autumn's First Snow
(A Double Etheree)
by Vaughn Neeld

It's
Monday.
Raindrops beat
a symphony
of late-summer song—
a melody of sounds
pinging upon the steel roof.
I sigh a lamentation for
crickets, hummingbirds, and columbines
as waves of winter winds sweep past my door.

Wind-driven raindrops kiss my face and hands
as with cold fingers I fumble keys
and I push open the door to
the comfort of warm cocoa,
a cozy fire, and—hush—
as the rain wanes and
moonlight glimmers
on pristine,
blue-white
snow.

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