My First Snow

It was my first winter
in this foreign land.
I felt like an uprooted tree
into the snow from the sand. (am from Rajasthan)

The night fell early,
the trees were all bare.
It looked as if the end was coming,
no more did God care

Then came the first snow,
Softly…silently…very white.
It settled on the road, on the grass,
nestling in the arms of the trees it sighed.

The world looked totally different,
a quiet magic filled the air.
It looked peaceful and serene
a white blanket everywhere.

I felt strange, almost exhilarated;
All the bare branches and getting dark at three
was just God prepping the world
before He got into his winter spree