The early morning January cold was host to rich fresh brewed coffee.
Meteorologists predicted weather patterns. Snow was in the forecast.
I sat sipping the rich coffee, enjoying the prospect of a free day.
Suddenly, winter white was washing black beautifully.
A serene scene was unfolding pleasantly.
I was enveloped by the beauty of it all.
I watched the snow fall.
Through my window I heard the echo, a leaf fell
silently to the ground and kissed the powered snow.
L.L.Smith – (1996 – Published, Valley of Virginia)
From the desk of Thinkr7 to the desk of Thinkr8 – Thank you.