Blue skies and sunshine bring their warmth this morning.
I see tree branches bending over under the snow’s burden
I watch as the sun’s warmth weaken the snow’s grip, 
causing small glistening snowstorms to flutter downward.

I check on the nesting geese, standing on my toes to look in
They stretch their necks to check on my presence. All’s well.
Looking up, the sky seems bluer, no contrails, less pollution.
I listen to the quiet, the music that soothes this soul.

I’m filled with gratitude for this wonderful world
and the gift of being present, a part of all this beauty.

Yesterday’s storm has passed

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