It snowed today. Here in Portland, snow is major news. Schools close. Traffic snarls. Many people panic. Not me. Born in Michigan, I grew up with white winters. I loved it. I still do. So here I go, with an ode to snow.
Whispering down to the ground, traffic hushed.
Big, feathery, white frozen rain drops floating and twirling.
Black asphalt streets covered in a deep, plush, squishy white carpet showing where every foot has fallen before and after mine.
Ferns fronds bend, rocks hide and creeping thyme freezes in time.
Robins hop across the melting snow looking for food.
And reminding me that after the wonder of winter, is spring.
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