Snow

The fence posts are white on top. Large soft snowflakes drift earthward to fall gently on the ground. Winter weaves her beauty between the barren lilac bushes. Leafless oak trees look like and unseen hand has just painted them with an artists' brush. Beauty is drifting downward. Help those Lord who have no chains for this unusual change of weather, for this morning the sky was a cloudless blue, the sun warming the crisp winter day. Just a few hours can change everything. Do I have food enough to weather this storm?. Plenty of water stored in the cupboards . Am I ever prepared for an emergency? We have no snow removal equipment. But for now I bask in the beauty of it all. And trust.