Pieces of white crystalline lace drifting down
So small, so fragile, each individually unique
Covering the ground like white wedding gown
Only a blind sighted man would call it bleak
The scenery changes from brown and green
To a smooth glistening blanket of alabaster
The landscape resembles a painted scene
By the Grandmaster and is entitled”Winter”
Love Tinka
"Only a blind sighted man would call it bleak..."
This write has some wonderful turns of phrasing that spark the imagination!