"Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful...and thank God for it as a cup of blessing."- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Wispy snow flakes, swirling every which way

One lands on a rosy little cheek, another on a delicate eyelash.

Wonder and amazement flicker from their young, happy eyes.

Giggles and coos echo through the stillness.

    

Their discovery of snow.

Crisp

       Clean

              Cold

Working it between their mittened hands.

Squealing at the shocking cold of it on their tongues.

 A puff of breath hits the chill- it hangs for a moment- and is gone.

Our life a vapor.

We can't hold onto it forever,

We must let go- allow the cold to melt

Sink
        Warm
                 Sprout

 Life is a beautiful blossom

Held gently in an open palm so as not to crush it.

Little faces. Humbled and in awe.

Simple

             Innocent

                          Pure

I close my eyes and try to feel it too.

The sun breaks through a heavy gray cloud.

Rays bursting between poplars and aspens

Warmth piercing my very soul.

We sit in the snow, not feeling the cold.