Poem: The First Snowflake

Priya Patel felt chill today and perhaps saw the first snowflake in Big Springs, Texas. In Chennai, India, where I live, it is pouring cats and dogs.

But I love the snow. So…here we go.

Poem: THE FIRST SNOWFLAKE

Image by HeungSoon from Pixabay

The sunset is soaked
in burgundy and gold
The colors of the garb
Shed by the trees
for almost three full months

The pieces are still around
wet, warm, and washed
by last evening’s rain
Nobody cried for
or cremated them
Instead -
they said
death is colorful
old and gold
red but dead.

Some float — the sticky ones
reluctant to give up
Maybe a chance
they will turn young and green
and see the next spring?

Then… today
the sky aged in a jiffy
a weary gray haze
a sudden chill breeze
the naked trees shiver

Death is easy
sometimes even pretty
ask the leaves.

They will never know
the trees have to survive
three months of white hell
which just came upon them

Much like the leaves
the trees had let go
Smiling in a dawdling descent
falls the first snowflake.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2023

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