First snow to wash the autumn dust
First white to clean the gold
First beauty, only days to last
First change to fresh the old
First light to kiss the gloomy day
First soft to mild the lawn
First clean to wash the dusty way
First cool to touch the dawn
First pure to resurrect the sky
First soft to feel the sea
First dream to make the movement die
First snow to live in me.
first time i am readign your poem. wonderful piece. keep writing sweet poems. best of luck.
Dr. Zayed Bin Zakir Shawon