Outside the sky drops
white. It sprinkles without stopping.
Each flake is a petal.
The white dust settles
without the slightest sound.
The flakes weave a cover,
crystal lace. The blanket keeps
our Mother in silent wintry grace.
Yesterday we were literally buried in snow.
Long after we were all snuggled in our beds for the night the precipitation finally stopped and we woke up to a gorgeous crystalline sunrise.
I’m thankful for a warm house, plenty to eat and this little guy who loves to replenish the woodbox.
“The future lies before you like a field of fallen snow; be careful how you tread it for every step will show.” — Unknown
I pray that you are as warm and as blessed as I am this morning! If you are snowed in too, I’d love to see your pictures.