Every day, a photograph, a poem. All day yesterday and last night, the snow fell, covering the world in a new magic with secret paths now revealed in the frocked lilacs and Oregon grape— a world for the mule deer, birds, raccoons, cats, and squirrels [and an occasional skunk] who frequent our yard. There is a peace in knowing the creatures can live together in the same pathways.
See the Magic
Winter frocks its green in whiteSheri Edwards
Fluffs of shapes gleam at night
In crystal cloth, the world revealed
With magical paths, before concealed.
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