|Credits: First Snow|
The morning is cold, with that special kind of cold that says: snow. The grey skies hang heavy and low. The world seems still, as though it’s waiting for something special to happen.
Walking in the nearby woods, the sparrows are silent. The wind picks up and rustles the trees, the sound reminds me of the movement of the sea on a winter beach. Then I see it and I put out my wool-gloved hand. The first snow flake of winter nestles delicately and I smile.
floating down upon the earth
an angel’s gem
© G.s.k. ‘14
Linked to Carpe Diem Time Glass #13 – where we had 24 hours to write a haibun of less than 100 words about “first snow”.