It is snowing in Vineland, <br />The first flakes are falling <br />Gently as blessings <br />Through the still air. <br />Who cares for the moon <br />When snowflakes are drifting, <br />Drifting so softly <br />Down through the darkness, <br />Down to the rooftops <br />Covering the sleepers, <br />The dreamers, in Vineland tonight?<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-snow-2/