Winter Tip-Toes In

Winter treads on tender feet, covering autumn’s fall with soft, white fleece, whiter than summer clouds. People grouse and groan, shiver in winter’s icy cape, enfold themselves in rubber and wool. Yet I, who shivers no less, stand mystified by beauty and awed by power. Nature’s coffin wraps death in a gown of splendor, greets dawn sunlight, winking like a gazillion scattered diamonds on a velvet frock.