Here in the Piedmont of North Carolina, snow is an oddity. We get just a few paltry inches of the white stuff each year, and most of us welcome it with open arms.
It started snowing around midnight, and when I looked out my back door this morning, this is what I saw.
We had been expecting up to six inches, but only got about two. Still, it was pretty and closed the schools for the day (and gave me a good excuse to stay home and catch up with housework). As I'm writing this post in the afternoon, the sun is out and the snow is melting. Such is winter in our part of the world.
But for a short time, it was magical.
Snow fell late last night while we slept.
Its silence kept
us from waking
up and watching
lacy doilies float down without
a sound, no doubt
to mask and blur
scars of nature
the way Grandmother's crochet hides
our old table's
(Hey, if they can schedule poetry reading into the inauguration, I can bore you one with of mine! LOL)