The sleet came first. For hours I could hear it peppering against the windows.
Then came the snow, but sadly it came after I was asleep.
I missed seeing it fall soft and powdery on top of the ice.
When I woke up the sun was shinning bringing light and shadows.
Delicate shadows beneath my azalea bushes.
Crazy shadows of limbs stuck in the snow.
Even the barbed wire cast a fine shadow.
By late afternoon the snow was melting off the roof,
dripping on the front steps,
creating tiny ice sculptures.
The persimmons were right. We finally had lots of snow.
The groundhog was right. We had six more week of winter.
I think spring is not far away
I will miss the winter.