Last first snow

Shadows reflected
Watching the coolness
As evening falls
Like the blanket of white
The last first snow.
Air icy
Clumps of cotton white
Clinging to the empty fingers
Arms of trees catching
Tiny little crystals,
I look beyond the window glass
Content that next year
I will look out new windows
See the green wild growth
Warm and secure
And maybe perhaps missing
A moment like this,
But most likely not.
Just a time to remember,
To reflect on a quiet beauty
On a simple storm
To recall years from now.