On the first blade of grass <br />Rests a frosty little lass, <br />A delicate cold beauty <br />Bound by one last winter duty; <br />Fallen to earth for glories sake <br />Her time comes so soon to go... <br />For this, the final fragile flake <br />Of the concluding winter snow.<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/final-glory/
