The snow comes, I smell it,
I feel it,
All is quiet and still.
Birds have flown to a warmer place,
Rabbits in their warrens,
Only the deer graze unafraid,
Quietly filling their bellies and enjoying the tranquility.
I sit by the fire and wait for the storm,
Safe and warm,
By the time I finished my chores today it was almost four. After working on my current novel ‘September Souls’ I decided to catch up on the news……snow in the forecast and lots of it. I went onto the porch to investigate and found the moon trying to peep out from behind the snow clouds that are already drifting in.