Then comes again.
Birds chirp a serenade,
Glad there is no rain.
I feel a wistfulness,
Rising in my soul.
Something akin to sadness,
Makes my heart feel full.
Yes, I love the sun,
Yes, I love the birds.
But something is undone,
Not described with words.
for a year this poem has sat, awaiting the day when i would finally publish it
As much as I enjoy watching it snow and seeing the little flakes floating down, there is something almost magical about waking up to a day where the sun is shining over a fresh blanket of snow.
That is what I woke up to this morning.
The sun was shining a cold light on the thin layer of snow, so as soon as I could, I grabbed my camera, put on my brother’s chore boots, and went to see what I could capture.
A lot of little ice crystals and water droplets were frozen to the tips of leaves and pine needles, which was gorgeous to say the least.
As you can see, it wasn’t a whole lot of snow, but it was just enough to transform the world.
Inside, due to the snow, the lighting was dreamy, and somehow Little Kitty had settled down in just the right spot for me to capture the next photos.
Isn’t she beautiful?