The First of the Season (2013)
Awakened this morning by a new color,
which brings out all those I thought lost from the early freezes of fall. Such
a white light reflection ensued, cloudy yet so bright. It is as though the
moonlight stayed out to play in the morning.
Before stepping on sacred ground my
mind raced to identify what I was seeing for the first time again. Mary had a
little lamb; her fleece was white as ____. The little slope is for ____
bunnies. Flakes of which no two are alike.
Falling in the middle of the night, it blanketed all my worries. After shaking the ___ globe, the swirling stopped, and all settled down still; however, the magical effect continued. More than ever, I want to dance in the ( )now, white fields, feeling the broom straw snapping and the wet coating under my feet as they melt the cold covering tickling my toes. Melting it makes for the most organic of all tea ingredients.
My first ___ball of the year reminds
me of the first baseball throw; all clumsy and errant, yet fun and exciting as
firsts usually are. My ___shovel is scratching at the garage door, wanting so
bad to come out and be my near best friend again, after being shut away for so
long. Meanwhile, the dogs scratch at the inside house door wanting to go out to
mark their spot as the steaming yellow is
sure to stand out like a neon sign today.
If I could be as pure as that on the
ground, I would roll in it naked just to be as innocent as a child, once
again. What cries, "come out and play" to a child more than the first
___ fall of the season? Upon impulse, I licked a cone-shaped stand of _____
nestled on a tree stump-it was nature's ice cream cone, my imagination
providing all the flavors.
Awakening, even before opening the
blinds, I knew something had changed; the calm quiet subdued all that was ill
before now. Joined by one cover this morning, are we all; let no one disrupt
the unity we feel. I search for footprints; what critter friends are active?
Moreover, what will they think of my Big-Foot prints? The deer, of course, will
not be gleeful.
Ours are extra special as they bring around rhymes and stories from Robert Frost, swishing sounds of sleigh rides
and cross-country skis, snowshoes, and Christmas cheer, though Thanksgiving has
yet to appear. Nothing near could man create, such beauty man should not
berate. Remember the first time seeing your love, remember your first ___; now
see them both again for the first time.
Bernie & Frosty the snowman wish you a Happy Thanksgiving and warm holidays amongst family, friends, and neighbors.
Never does our community look as clean as
after the first snowfall. Let us remember to not soil her with litter and pick
up whatever trash we see pocketed in her beautiful fleece.
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