BlueHeron77

First Snow

See the snow that seems to swirl up?

Floating, missing the ground,

Longing for back up there, where home is cold and comfortable. 

 

It\'s resisting the warmth of the ground below. 

Longing to linger alive by swirling, floating up

Away from its demise. 

 

It fights the onslaught of downward lullabies,

Wooing it to sleep. 

Pushing downwardly, cruelly even, fighting its

Gravitational inevitability for as long as it can. 

 

It knows it\'s fighting a losing battle

For all first snow will finally sleep. 

Swirling up it yet has a chance.