I had a glass wall that gave a view of 6 mountain tops. It was a gorgeous site. I sat and watched the snow twist and fall, big clops stream down and then it fell so fast one would think it was racing. It was usually eight inches deep before it stopped.And then, it would melt down to five inches and eight more would cover all nature. The pretty red birds and other colored birds worked diligently searching for food. The squirrels jumped from tree to tree as not to miss a thing. Deer paraded by daring the hunters; however, the bears did not make it over to our peak.
Day after day, I watched and got lost in their world not heeding the call from my book to get busy. Then, a nudge or action would proud me to go to work. Everything I saw was a poem. Life's a poem. That frozen world outside my room where the thermometer read eighty degrees, reminded me that all nature rhymed and to take advantage of it.
I loved it, Leona