The first snowflakes fell outside today
Fluttering down like the finest of fleece
Remember the story you used to be told
Mother Carye is picking her geese
They cover the ground left stark and bare
For late fall was in the air
The landscape around was dark and gray
As if God had forgotten to care
Then this wonderful happening changed everything
As the fleecy flakes fell through the air
In millions of intricate forms and shapes
Leaving beauty everywhere