Snow

The "roadside ladies" giggling and waving as I pass them on my way to Monday's class.

Arriving at The Center, it's always a wonderland in the snow.

The trees in their white coats.

The way a crow

Shook down on me

The dust of snow

From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part

Of a day I had rued.

Robert Frost

Everywhere you looked, there was winter beauty.

The three art cabins, all nestled in their white comforter.

Lovely snowy patterns on all the branches.

And once inside, there was beauty to see out of every window.

I truly am ready for Spring, but I'll hold on to these winter memories.

The woods will too.