Sunday, March 22, 2009

Wonder of White

The snow does not make up its mind. It comes down in a flurry, each flake fighting to reach the ground first. Then it changes it’s mind and comes softly as if it had not a care in the world. The fir slowly becomes melancholy as he bears the weight of the world with each passing sigh. He will not be relieved of his burden until the Sun comes to push the menacing snow away.

1 comment:

  1. So when do you plan on writing a book? Love your word choices!

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