Is it truly less beautifulIn March?The flakes are hurtling through the airCovering the land with fullers whiteEach flake a crystalline work of artReady to sacrifice self as it is joins with othersCreating a snowy comforter atop the land.The spring birdsCluster at the feedersLooking for protectionAnd sustenanceOnly their hunger couldCoerce me out on this blustery morningCladContinue reading “Surprise!”