by Linda A. Copp

Snowflakes spill from heaven’s hand
Lovely and chaste like smooth white sand.
A veil of wonder laced in light
Falling Gently on a winters night.
Graceful beauty raining down
Giving magic to the lifeless ground.
Each snowflake like a falling star
Smiling beauty that’s spun afar.
Till earth is dressed in a robe of white
Unspoken poem the hush of night.

I took these shots around my home when we arrived back from cross country skiing on Monday, wandering around almost knee deep in white, powdery snow, camera in hand.  There’s such beauty to be found in a winter landscape, so many marvels to observe.  I love to root out the animal tracks, find their little roads through the snow, wonder what made them, how they survive the harshness of the Michigan winter.  Hoping that when the snow finally melts I won’t find that they survived by eating all my grass and plants!  It’s happened in the past, so I know they’ll eat absolutely anything when they’re hungry.
[Icicles on my neighbours house]
[Meandering animal tracks.  Wonder what it was?  Something without a good sense of direction I think!]
[Snow piled on top of the birdfeeder…..]
[…in fact, snow piled everywhere.  It’s a long time since we’ve seen it this deep on top of surfaces, it usually gets knocked off by wind or birds, or just compresses under its own weight]
[The colours of nature…. blue sky, white snow, red dogwood and green pine]
[Snow piled up along our drive]
[Mailbox hats]
[Winter jewelry on a maple outside our living room window]
[Spotted by A during the week, a little bunny sheltering under the pine tree outside our kitchen window]