The first snow of the year is elegant,

the second just a little bit less,

and by snow number three,

I’m yelling “give it a rest!”

The snowy world feels cold,

uninviting, like a tub full of ice.

The white flurries would go away,

That’s if snowflakes were nice.

It’s not even the right kind,

the right kind to go sledding,

the right kind to build snowmen,

the right kind to throw snowballs,

the right kind to grow angel wings.

Nope, just brutal, hypothermic

blizzards with winds that carry whines.

Everyone is ready for summer,

ready to feel the sun’s warm shines.

Then, just then,

the tulips begin to bloom.

A whole lot of treachery,

to see the light on the other side of the gloom.

The world has taken its color back,

the trees begin to reunite with their leaves.

The rays start to hit; the animals return.

It’s finally time to go out in short sleeves.

Now is the peak,

the moment we’ve waited for,

the beauty of nature

can be seen, loved, and adored.

The sun’s rays-

Oh…it’s over.

It reached the finish line ever so quickly.

And with the snap of a finger,

the leaves fall; bushes begin to get prickly.

The temperature is hit

with an innocent common cold.

That’s what everyone said at least,

before they realized the illness would hold.

Autumn is beautiful,

most everyone agrees,

but at what cost do people

lose their warmth, sunshine, and trees?

What everyone wished for,

after they got tired of the desert-like heat,

strikes again like an annual holiday.

They should know better. They were blinded by the sweet,

because the first snow of the year is elegant

but soon they’ll see how they’re in for a treat.