13,187. FIRST OF SNOW

FIRST OF SNOW

First of snow and fifth of Scotch.

I'm sitting alone in a mountain redoubt

(don't you just love that word? First

there's doubt, than there re-doubt). In

my other hand, a can of Wallenpaupack

Brewery beer someone gave me to try.

I usually hate canned beer, but this is OK:

Tasting like the water off a panther's thin

back, the sledge-rock drippings of the

hillside stream, with a hint of elation,

and a dollop of cream. Let it snow, let

it go, it's a dream.