From the beds where the angels keep <br />Their watch throughout eternity <br />Upon the world where mortals sleep <br />The first snowflake falls so gently. <br />The soundless teardrops fill the sky <br />Frozen so that the world may see <br />The forms that oft escape the eye, <br />So seldom shown to you and me. <br /> <br />Now ages cease and halt their stride <br />For moment’s stop and time is dead. <br />It stays there till the morning tide <br />When waking steals me from my bed, <br />Rising to the blanket of snow <br />And so restarts time’s ebb and flow.<br /><br />william mcgehee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-snow-12/
