Held aloft by the angry winter winds <br />A single speck of white it falls <br />Gently doth it ride the rising currents <br />To no particular place at all <br />Tis truly a wonderous work of art <br />There is no two alike in the world to see <br />Whilst it lands among an ocean of rustic colours <br />Covering a sea of wither'd green <br />It lays there briefly just for a moment <br />Then quickly melts its short life tis no more <br />The first snowflake having just arrived paves the way <br />To what the coming winter has in store <br />Yearly do the children await for the first snowflake to arrive <br />For they know tis only a matter of time there be amble snow outside<br /><br />John A. Hancock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-48-the-first-snowflake/
