peaceful

early afternoon, quiet Sunday

everyone is doing their individual things

the day is grey and chilled

when the first flakes appear

they swirl lightly at first

and then more urgently

silently we are engulfed

someone mentions the words 'snow day'

with great hope
my focus is no longer on my knitting

as I spy colorful birds

queing up to be next at the feeder
they are also enjoying the snow

and are hopping about
the day is no longer grey

but bright and filled with quiet peace.