I went to bed as the first snowflakes fell.
Opening the morning curtains
Behold, a transformation.
Each day Mother Nature paints a different picture.
She gets out her paint box and brush and with a few strokes turns our world from green to white
Softly.
Overnight.
With stealth.
Turning the landscape into a winter wonderland.
Hurrying through breakfast like excited children
We went out into a crisp white world.
With snow comes a hush and bright, reflected light
Muffling noise into silence.
Horses stand motionless
Breathing white plumes of frosted air.
Stark winter hedgerows turn into a thing of beauty.
Beyond, fields of pure unsullied virgin snow.
The village becomes Narnia.
And flowers bloom beneath their snowy quilt.
This white world didn't last long.
By next morning it had all but disappeared.
But, oh, it was beautiful while it lasted.
Oh, these white winter walks exhilarate
As does the crisp frost tipped air
Blown 'cross the mountain tops and vales
Light as a butterfly-snow so fair;
'Tis the whitest of white times
Heralding in all the holidays best
Celebration 'cross the countryside and nearby vales
Pass the most perilous of slippery road test;
Out upon the sod - a snowman or two
With building of snowcastles supreme
Oh, those white winter walks incite exuberance
Hence giving credence to my white winter dream;
As glorious winter makes her snowy bed
And the invigorating air chills to the bone
I am ever thankful for this white winter world
And for all of the past winters I have known.
~ White Winter Wonderland ~ Theodora Onken
Elaine
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