I like the moment captured in all its miraculous mystery. I live in South Georgia where it has only snowed once and this reminds me of the first time I ever saw snow for Christmas. It was like catching the lotto and it actually didn't taste bad. Ofcourse we had to eat it to see if snow was all that! I'll have to say it was. Perhaps we too are like snow. Products of the storms of life that still manage to mantain our shape, our beauty, who we really are even when we fall to the ground. Nice Write Sista & Keep Blossuming!
The master of the universe. God awes minute by minute. Your poem relates another, beautiful, awe inspiring display he orchestrated. "Suspended in air, floating around". It gives me visions of feathers from angel's wings. Beautiful poem. Another of your most worthy thougts, selflessy shared. Thank you. Jon Michael Willey
Sweet and timely write, Janice. This is amazingly like my poem entitled, "Cherry Blossom Day" which is posted here at AD. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.