The First Snow

They spiral down the sky like cotton So light, dancing and twirling in circles Creating a cheerful note that spreads With the winds.The city roads are a maze of Rutted white interspersed with greyish Sandy marks of footsteps and hasty Signatures of motorcycles, bicycles And cars making their purposeful rides To all corners of the city. The rail system Normally running smoothly hits a hitch, The tracks snow covered needing a shove. The city suddenly turns out a parade Of mundane coloured umbrellas, Leather coats and bags, a monotony made Less intrusive only by the tasteful choice of Exotic scarfs folded snugly around Each neck.The snow falling gently All over, creating a scene so dear to An artist who if sufficiently inspired could Probably turn out his magnum opus to marvel the world!