heartfelt

a wet snow,

soaked shoes and socks, it's a cold day,

the sun has not appeared on the horizon,

only a dim grey sky to capture the heart

my fingertips pressed into the snow on a

lone wrought iron picnic table in a courtyard.

it's quiet, the dog is sniffing around in the 

bushes looking for any food the squirrels 

dropped on the way up the tree, this is her

rhythm.

mine is to find beauty in the early morning,

it is never difficult in the summer, spring,

fall and winter, 

I watch the leaves change colors and 

finally fall to the ground,

It is winter now.

let the snow cover everything with

its beauty.