The First Snow

When morning mists rise
Weeping uncountable drops of dew
Leaves floating softly towards the earth
To be one with the ground soon

Fighting hard the light stirs
In autumn to welcome winter
The day more and more resigns
The night endeavours to reach eternity

The first snow, falling eddily
Making a pact with the cold
The white splendour illuminates the night
Everything green is gone for months

Thousands of little crystals sparkle
Covering many miles
Beckon us to witness their wonders
Yes, here I want to stay with you.