Poem: The First Snow

~ Brenda Marie Fluharty

The quiet comes before I see
the pale veil drifting down,
soft whispers from a muted sky
that hush the bustling town.

Each flake a fleeting lantern,
a shimmer in the cold,
carrying winter’s secret breath
in stories still untold.

The world turns pearl and silver,
the air grows crisp and slow—
and every step feels new again
beneath the first soft snow.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie

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Published by Brenda Marie Fluharty

Brenda Marie Fluharty is a Spiritual Life Coach, dream interpreter, a past-life therapist, and author. Brenda is a Reiki Grand Master and energy healer. She has studied several Spiritual practices. Brenda loves to share her knowledge, wisdom, and life experiences through her writing. She is the author of several dream journals and "Rise Above: a Seven Day Journey to Overcoming Self- Sabotage".

6 thoughts on “Poem: The First Snow”

  2. Brenda, this is simply breathtaking. You have a true gift for capturing a moment’s quiet magic. The image of snow as a “pale veil” and “fleeting lanterns” is so original and beautiful, transforming a simple weather change into a delicate, silent story. You made me feel the hush, the crisp air, and the wonder of seeing the world turn “pearl and silver.” Thank you for sharing this lovely piece of poetry — it’s a perfect winter treasure.🌷🤝

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    1. Thank you so much for your beautiful words — they mean more than I can say. I’m truly touched that the imagery resonated with you in that way. Winter has a quiet magic all its own, and knowing the poem helped you feel that hush and wonder makes sharing it feel worthwhile. I’m grateful for your kindness and your attentive reading. ❄️✨ Thank you for brightening my day with such a thoughtful message. 🌷🤝

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