New fallen snow blankets the world.
Spruce trees seem tall, white tents.
Frigid cold numbs in seconds.
Moisture in the air turns to ice crystals.
Like powdered glass, they swirl, twist, and float in the air.
Morning sun rises over the ridge.
Blue sky so bright hurts the eyes.
Rays of light hit the crystals.
A rainbow of colors explodes all around.
© 2016 Katherine B. Hegemann