First Flakes

The first flakes of snow of the season
Came fluttering down from the sky.
They dusted the rooftops and branches of trees,
As silent and soft as a sigh.

The weatherman said not to worry
For surely those snowflakes would melt
Which is why, since the snow wouldn't hinder,
I could show the delight that I felt.

For the first flakes appear just like magic
And provide every child with a thrill
But to some of us, though we're grown-up now,
We can savor that specialness, still.