It's snowing! It's so beautiful. Each flake has kept its individual shape. I will enjoy it even more when Freeman, Michael, and Susan are safely back from The Christmas Musical they are participating in.
The snow reminds me of a poem my mother wrote years ago. It was on the cover of Purpose Magazine on Dec. 7, 1980, nearly 28 years ago. I remember when she wrote it. It's one of my favorites. Here goes.
Soft Snow Sifted Soundlessly
through Sodden Starless Skies
While Winter Winds Waited
till the Whiteness
was Wide and Deep,
Then Blew Boisterously
Billowing into Beauty
Boulders
that Blotted out
old Ruts and Scars.
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