Poetry | Sonnet

First Snowfall Of The Season

As gentle flakes descend from skies above

Photo by Annie Niemaszyk on Unsplash

In winter’s grasp, when autumn’s hues have fled,
And nature’s emerald cloak is laid to rest,
A hush befalls the earth, a quiet thread,
As snowflakes dance upon the world’s behest.

The air grows crisp, a chill upon the breeze,
As winter whispers secrets to the land,
With silent grace, it paints the barren trees,
And tenderly, it weaves a snowy strand.

The first snowfall, a spectacle profound,
A tapestry of white, a pristine shroud,
Enchanting all with beauty so renowned,
A spectacle that leaves no heart unbowed.

Oh, winter’s gift, a marvel to behold,
The first snowfall, a tale forever told.

As gentle flakes descend from skies above,
They blanket all in soft and pure embrace,
Transforming fields and forests, far and wide,
Into a wonderland, a sacred space.