Analysis of First Winter Snow

Cupped-hands blessed the first winter snow –
That tasted like peppermint wind

The pines and aspens share secrets,
As they whisper what they know

Then, they giggled like schoolchildren
In the snowy playground – with the red
Brick schoolhouse off in the distance

Their cold faces blinked and blushed
Like a basket full of wild freckled strawberries

Suddenly, fresh pine cones fall to the ground;
They chuckle, laugh, and then roll over,
Exposing their innocent souls to a fresh blue sky,
This all appeared in the first winter snow

This, I am sure and still are