Unable to find restful sleep
I quickly open the closed blinds
And await the season’s first snow
With youthful anticipation.

This morning one reluctant leaf
Barely clings to the cherry tree
As it gently sways to north winds
Blowing Snow in and Autumn out.

Across my window snowflakes dance;
Stop, pirouette, then continue
Their serendipitous journey
Before resting not far from here.

Summer has become a vague dream
Somehow dreamed by someone else;
The color of its memory
Slowly dissolves in shades of white.

Snow begins to blanket the earth,
Securely wrapping it and me
In temporary protection.
This forgotten peace allows
These eyes of wonder to see
Falling, drifting, or melting Snow
As perfection in constant change.