Snow runoff flows downHill from my driveway to theCow pasture. I standIn the middle and watch winterWash away around my shoes.

Sunshine blinds and the skies are sparkling blue. Don’tbe fooled: it’s frigid. Photo courtesy of Mohamed Hassan from Pixabay.

The road is wet butcrystals adorn my windowSnow falls on the ridge.Like curtains, it opens to reveal winter’s intentions.

Reindeer prance to Winter’s dance, Making beautiful arcs in the sky. They leap, they glide, They soar, they fly.   In wake of the bright moonlight, They guide a magical sleigh. They’re swift, they’re lithe, They’re jolly, they’re gay.   Alighting on each rooftop, They help deliver bundles of joy. Each girl, each boy, Receives ...