After such a wet and dark autumn, it’s an absolute pleasure to wake up this morning and voila! We have snow.
There is something magical about the snow. Lucky that, when the first snow fall arrives I am not at work. I can simply stare through the window, appreciating the change and when that is done, I can start piling on warm clothes and go out to wonder aimlessly on quiet roads and forests, taking it all in.
This poem says it all…
All dressed up … in patterns of lace
Ever so softly and gently landing
Each one, in it’s own special place
Crystal flakes, ushering old man winter
Visiting…. Once again, this way
Layering into a soft white blanket
A pretty picture, on a winters day
Dark tree limbs, kissed by the snow
Shivering in the winter winds…
Underneath stand…. Fawn and Doe
Knowing too well, that winter descends
Sun has filtered through… dark clouds
Everything is glistening, pure and white
A squirrel is peeking, from a snowdrift
Part of the scenery…an endearing sight
by Judith Johnson
Wishing you all a beautiful and magical day, whatever season you are enjoying.