It is snowing in Vineland,
The first flakes are falling
Gently as blessings
Through the still air.
Who cares for the moon
When snowflakes are drifting,
Drifting so softly
Down through the darkness,
Down to the rooftops
Covering the sleepers,
The dreamers, in Vineland tonight?
Pete Crowther
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-snow-2/
