Snow leaves a fluffy blanket of powder over the land.
Light flakes continue to fall from the sky – the air is still as can be.
White outlines the tangled limbs of deciduous trees in the forest,
and weighs down the boughs of cedar and pines –
green underneath.
Rainbow, overlooking a veranda, somewhere in California.
Gray day, today. Cold. Gray turns to darker gray. The day moves on. No sun to be seen. No rainbows in the sky. Dusk will fall, unnoticed, and turn into night. Buds on lilacs, and dogwoods take shape, begging to bloom. Icy rain like sleet hit my jacket and makes that noise sleet makes.
On Tiffany Creek 