By January, I may change my mind, but I really love snow. It puts a smile upon my face. In honor of the first real snowfall, which is still coming down, a small stone…
a puddle of golden birch leaves below
branches are bare
except for catkins
and the snow that decorates
them both
Ever notice that it is impossible to really look up and see where the snow is coming from? I have tried countless times, but the flakes seem to get in the way.
