Saturday, May 19, 2012

Snow

Just as I had predicted the evening when the snows decided to appear, it did continued to snow. It snowed all night and all morning, until finally the landscape turned white in its entirety and every tree and every branch wore a thick coat of twinkling stars. Bushes and old roses were gifted with earrings and necklaces made out of icicles and gems in the purest of white. Birds twirled around happily—like little children playing outside on a snowy day.


And thus, for just a moment in time, the hushed voices of silence were lifted up and the garden opened up again to bird songs and imagination and dreams and innocent joy.