Snowy Morning in Arkansas

I sit on the porch coffee in hand

It's 19 degrees, my coat and my gloves are on

Trying to keep in all the warmth I have

As I exhale my breath steams

You can see my coffee steaming too

The horizon is filled with layers upon layers of rolling hills

And just before you reach the sky a huge mountain range lie

Down below I hear a crunch and crackle as the

tiny birds scavenge for seeds to fill their hunger

Until Spring finally comes

There is no sign of her as icicles fill the trees

Ice surrounds every branch every leaf

With the occasional burst of sunlight

The whole forrest glows like crystals

Clouds cover almost every ounce of blue

but there is something magical happening

Slowly but surely tiny snowflakes start to fall

Whisping in the wind, swirling through the air

til they make their way to cover earth's floor

The winds blow through the trees

It sounds so angry as the frozen timbers

are not willing to bend, crraaaack........crrrrrrrreeeeeekkk

Hold on little trees, withstand the wind or else 

You will loose a ........ branch. 

There it goes falling from way to high slamming to the ground

Winter is here, in all his splendor

Creating a mystical wonderland

And I sit here on my front porch 

With my coffee in hand to witness

Every part of it