On Saturday morning, when I pulled back the curtain, I was greeted by a world of white falling snow. We had been going through a fake spring, with warmer temperatures and very little snow on the ground. I was prompted to write a short poem and take a few pictures.
Fresh snow, white world,
Christmas card cedar boughs
Rubbing my eyes, I laugh: ‘First snow’
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