The snow continues to fall, softly layering a fresh blanket of white,
covering any tracks or signs of life, But it is fresh and beautiful!
Even the fallen trees tell a story of weathering.
For a moment I wonder did they crack or silently lay down their weary branches.
Or was it the wind or possibly lightning during one of its trysts.
Other saplings and trees mowed down possibly by moose or dear.
They are sure to be found just beyond probably wondering at the strange prescence,
and being cautious of the unknown..
I wonder, are they watching, or have they already taken cover deeper in the bush.
So as I am sitting here silently wishing for Spring,
I remind myself of the beauty that I have for right now.
It is a gift, one that I should be holding in my heart and treasuring!
Every day see the beauty of the moment,
because if we wish,
well we will
our lives away,
and sometimes in the process
we forget to live.