'Twas a Pretty Morning

‘Twas a pretty morning this morning

Snow like sticky dust on the ground

On the trees

A white scene so lovely

Funny how such a delicate thing

Not even an inch of crystalized water

It conquers mighty fir trees

Fields of grass and weeds

The dead raccoon across the road

Is covered in a layer of snow

My whole hill is frozen cold

It’s like death, and yet

It’s so pretty

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Well then, my eyes have issues

But ‘twas a pretty morning this morning.

Autumn Morning

            Mist hovers between the treetops and the grass.  The sun burns paths through the fog to my eyes.  The bright orange, red, yellow, and green leaves light up in the early morning sunlight.  The dewy grass sparkles and shines.

            A light breeze blows dry leaves which float to the ground, washing across the road.  Birds chirp, the fog emitting their song.

            An autumn morning is one the most beautiful things to me.