Slow To See

Old Man Winter has returned to my part of the world. His chill breath blows cold, dropping temperatures to single digits and below. Ground frozen stiff is dressed in a suit of white, tailor-made in heaven. Drifts, smooth and white–glittering like diamonds–fringe snow covered roads and fence enclosed fields. Long translucent icicles hold tight like stalactites from rooftops and eves.

Four-footed squirrels with brown bushy tails waving like flags, flitter about. Scurrying up trees, hopping limb to limb, and racing back down to the frozen ground leaving tiny tell-tale tracks across the snow. A flash or red from a cardinal not afraid to show his head brings color to the winterland of white.

Breath taking beauty (from the Creator up above) for those who choose to slow, long enough, to open their eyes and see.

Blessings, Kasey