a poem: the first snow

(Written winter in Korea)
Yesterday was the first snow of the year.
We all ran to the window
Full of excitement
It comes every year.
Yet we meet it with astonishment every time.
As though we’ve never seen it.
If only we met more with the same eyes.
New, exciting, fresh.
Maybe life would be richer.
Friends dearer.
If we treated them as we do
The first snow.

-a.e