For the first time
ever
in our lives
we stood in falling snow.

Dancing white flecks falling on our
bare feet,
noses
in the backyard.

We drive in our Jeep further into the mountains,
and dancing in the beds of white.

Listen, my love tells me.
Listen to the sound of falling snow.

And we did,
and it was the softest, quietest miracle I have ever known.

Wishing you white, bright blessings,
Leonie

~ More snow white bliss photos at my Flickr photostream. 🙂