First snow

The first snow is not like first love,
anticipated and savored
like cotton candy that melts on your tongue.

The first snow is like the first quarrel with your true love,
inevitable but not unwelcome.
It amazes and disappoints
then suffuses you with relief.

With practice you learn to love
the things that make you shiver
with regret.

 

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