The beauty of a sticking snowfall, the first of the season.
Flakes float softly down, accumulating where they meet the earth.
The air is bitterly cold, though yesterday was quite warm.
Blue skies replaced by gray, grass stamped out with white.
Trees shiver beneath new clothes.
Birds puff up and tuck in.
As do we, by the fire.
*Joining in with others this November, using the Write Alm prompts found here- http://writealm.com/november-prompt-a-day/36 degrees