Six-point, whisper soft,
stars come gently
decending in the morning light.
Lightly floating, crystal clear,
and pearl white.



The silver-gray sky surrender
its over burdening
to plummet on the world below.
Our winding country road
is hushed by the
rapidly accumulating snow.



Flakes flutter and dance
against my up-turned face.
Each sound seems to
break into a million tiny
splinters, as the wind
quickened its pace.



The world changed its
appearance like the petals
unfolding on a delicate flower.
I have a feeling of excitement
and sense of exhileration,
as I witness natures power.