Thursday, January 15, 2009


The snow falling in fine flakes.
Straight down for hours.
Cold and dry - Bright white.

Now we have cold. Crunchy cold. Icy cold. Cutting cold.

How wonderful!

I love this weather (as long as the furnace works!)

Everything in bright and clean looking. Leaves and the litter of branches from our silver maple trees are buried under this snowy white comforter. Like sins washed away through Jesus!

The cold is invigorating - it pushes you to keep moving. Don't breath too deeply! Wear layers of clothing. Cover your ears and fingers.

1 comment:

MomE said...

WOW...if you add two more syllables you have a Haiku in your first three lines! Neato--you're a poet and you didn't even know it! It's -5 here...brrrrr!