First snow invades in random ranks

fat with October’s atmospheric brew,

ponderous in motion and at rest,

clings in decorative determination

to branch, leaf, and clustered needle.

An apologetic, temporary gift

offered to offset an early arrival,

reluctantly acknowledged from a guest

of less than certain welcome.

And then a disappearing act ensues

to leave an empty, longing place,

where memory of beauty overcomes

a weight of seasonal anticipation

with hints of what is yet to come.

      Casey Mack (2009)