First Snow

Gone like the daffodils of spring
The thin blanket of fresh snow came too soon
The days were still much too warm for it to linger long
I can't say I don't miss it
But I never got to taste it without tasting the bare ground it laid upon
There was a coarseness to it that was no fault of it
Nor was the residual salt of past seasons that expedited its recession
It came and went like summers grace
Quick in a flurry
Then deafening silence