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And Suddenly Snow

(To the left is a frost photo by Lida--see more below)














(This graphic to the left is public domain, and I thought appropriate to winter's long awaited face this year.)


I was looking learily out the window at the falling rain which promised a frozen sheet of glass to come. Nudged to go to the window seats and have a look, I found that frozen puddles already lined the sidewalk and the trees were covered in icicles that, though beautiful, had ominous predictions about the condition of the roads. My knee bandaged from a recent sprain, I decided this was a day to stay home.
I returned to my seat in front of the computer and was sitting there for no more then five minutes, when I turned my head to find heavy flakes of snow pouring down from the sky. The trees and sidewalk were already covered with the snows illuminating whiteness, and it brought a lightness to the room that had been deprived by several days of gray skies.
It amazed me how quickly all was covered in white, and it opened my heart from a tiredness that had been sitting heavy on me like some subterranean species that wanted to take a chunk from me. It seemed this year as if snow and winter would never come. Days close to beginning spring temperatures kept thoughts of global warming on everyone's mind, and I longed for winter and my long loved childhood friend. Now she sat on the trees with her ice sister close beneath her skin--a day for watching out the window and doing things that time took away to dusty corners.

Comments

Roseroberta said…
Night has fallen now
Trees missing their snow blanket
Shine with frozen tears
Anonymous said…
In a moonless sky
Roseroberta said…
Sitting in the corner
of God's eye

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