S nowing softly, leaving beautiful crisp blankets of white.
E ach snowflake, raindrop, sunbeam and leaf, bookmarks we all know.
A rranging our lives for us, as they always do.
S taying for only a few months at a time.
O ffering beauty for the memories we make.
N ature's gifts, presented in their own way.
S pringing forth, each one, anew.
