There is such beauty

in the way that the grass

gracefully accepts the snow

and the snow gracefully accepts

the soft-landing place of

the grass.

They are entirely at ease

with each other’s presence.



Outside the world

of weather warnings and

closed bridges

there is a grace right here,

right now, each flake

whirling and dancing,

each blade

gracefully welcoming,

like an old friend,

the miraculous arrival of snow.