Outside my window
            beauty takes place,
            as the light transistions
            from sun-yellow to opaque.

        Millions of white flurries
            crash and collide,
            falling,jumping
            from bluish-grey skies.

        As if escaping
            from winter's cage,
            a calming quiet
            like lavender and sage.

        At Daytona pace,they race
            landing, scattered
            high and low
            edges of rooftops,glistening glow.

        Porches and yards
           soon painted white,
           like the artist's canvas
           that sits at night.....

        Waiting for what will come
            Mother Nature's discovery
             pine tree sprinkled so deliciously,
             eye candy for the soul...
              look..and watch it just be.

                                  Lynn A. 2/06