Almost Haiku: Twenty-Four

closeup of snow through the fence

White and powdery snow becoming precious as a memory.PS: It hasn't snowed here in these parts this winter. When I was a child, there would always be snow here around this time of the year.

The Quiet Joy of Snow

Monday I awoke to a light snowfall. I sat up in bed and watched it now on an old pair of fir trees that take up much of the window. On Tuesday it kept on snowing. The first snowfall of the year always brings with it a warm and happy feeling. When it does happen, … Continue reading The Quiet Joy of Snow

Snow Statue