I woke up this morning to snow.
Just enough to cover the ground.
For me to leave footprints where I walked.
And for the bare tree limbs to glisten in the sun
Like they had a million tiny lights.
I am sure that by the time March comes I will be ready
For the snow to give way to crocuses.
And for the breeze to carry the first hint of spring.
But for right now.
This is beauty.