First Snowfall

First Snowfall

The sky is brushed with white, dreams come alive,
Silence turns to music, the world starts to thrive.
Cold winds bring a tender kiss,
Leaves on the maple dance in moonlit bliss.

Streets are smiling, soft as pearls of snow,
Trees hide beneath blankets, in a gentle glow.
Tiny footsteps leave shadows on the ground,
Dreams float in the air without a sound.

Eyes glisten with wonder, hearts feel light,
Moments of joy fill the endless night.
In the soft snow, the soul awakens free,
Life feels like a brand-new poetry.

GR kaviyoor 
09 11 2025
(Canada, Toronto)

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