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Winter Wonderland

 

 

The joys of snow spread across the fields like an arctic blanket, crystal white like an ivory cloth.

I loved it when it snows as it has a real winters feeling.

When the dawn breaks there is a pastel hue in the sky, streaks of pink, blue, purple in the sky like a watercolor painting.

The minds eye visualizes a babbling brook, a trickling stream soon to become a gushing waterfall.

Icicles hang from the trees cold frozen stalactites that will snap sharply should you break them off, usually they are left to slowly melt, water dripping off the ends and on to the crystal encrusted grass below.

The horses in the field graze beneath this white flour, their hooves crunching in the gravel and turning the snow to slush beneath their sharp hooves.

Over head a dove calls softly looking for its other half.

Snow begins to fall again like a net curtain covering the land with white powder.

The wind picks up turning the snow into a white blizzard, stinging the face and blinding the eyes with its brilliance.

Little children play in the snow making snow angels and delighting in its white softness.

Some of the lake is frozen and gabbling ducks slip and slide over the ice, trying desperately to break the surface.

Some signs of life are emerging from the snow, a tiny snowdrop flower.

As the day passes the sun sets and the stars emerge.

They twinkle in the velvet black sky and accompany the harvest moon in the stillness of the night.

submitted by Eva Burke