One of my favorite things.
But so scarcely seen.
The shadows and colors of silvery-gray and cold-blue and white.
The evidence of the presence of a visitor.
The little bird was here and there to forage for his food.
Cold winds leaving ledges and ripples as they travel through to the
Beauty of reflecting light.
Footprints of those out to frolick.
Golden heads of last year's life poking through the crusty white.
Icey tracks formed from yesterday's sledding adventure.
Tire patterns in the snow.
Life carries on.
Snow touched by the sun left looking like moonrocks.
All because of snow.
A downy -white blessing that floated
down from heaven.