White on White

The snow fell all day, beginning in the morning in big, 
sloppy globs, then falling straight down in a shower 
of fine flakes. Frequently, the snow dropped off 
the trees onto my face as I looked upward .

Pale gray, almost white, the snow clung 

to dark brown branches, looking like 

a lovely ink drawing, creating a delicate balance 

against the sky, the snow, and the branches,

This beauty is deceptive.

Now, we are waiting for the freezing 

temperatures that will turn the lovely globs 

into weapons whose weight may cause power lines 

to break, leaving a great many people 

without electricity. The wind chill is expected 
to reach -40 degrees over the next two days.
I guess I won't be swimming 
much this week. :-b