SNOW

SNOW . . .in North Carolina, this is a rarity. I think it is God's blessing. My town's landscape is bathed in white. The night is silent but one can't help to hear laughter in the gentle howl of wind. Moravian Stars hang from our porches, join with the hint of the moon's light hidden behind the snow shower's fall. In the darkness that creeps beneath the day, this moment casts an unequivical beauty. Perhaps there is hope after all. PEACE.