The first snow is special

It makes all look new

Sparkling beneath

A sky, clear blue

The second snow comes

And is quickly ignored

The more it accumulates

The larger the chore

The third snow is just snow

By then, we’ve lost count

It’s snow and more snow

No one knows the amount

As snow falls down

And snow piles grow

You could make snow angels

Or snowballs to throw

FYI

This is a no-judgment zone