Srianee poem on first snow fall

Softly the shimmering snowflakes flutter down

transforming the black surface of the driveway,

and the un-raked piles of leaves on the lawn and footpaths.

The dark night is gently illuminated by a glowing,

thick white pristine blanket.

The beams of light from the lamps along the footpaths glisten,

like an image on a Christmas card.

I look out the window at the cold silent scene,

enjoying the peace outside and the warmth indoors.

Minutes go by…

…and I hear them, the grating sounds of the snow removal trucks,

scraping the driveway, pushing the snow aside, clearing the way.

In readiness for the morning.

Life will resume.

Cars will once again be driven on the snow cleared streets.

But me? I’m retired,

and will probably push the ‘snooze’ button on the alarm