january snow

The morning dawned on a beautiful world.
A very slight fall of snow had come in the night - 
just enough to look like a film veil of lace
flung over the dark evergreens, and the hard frozen ground.
A new blossom time seemed to have revisited the orchard.
The spruce wood behind the house
appeared to be woven out of enchantment.
There is nothing more beautiful than a thickly growing wood of firs
lightly powdered with new fallen snow.
As the sun remained hidden by gray clouds
this fairy-beauty lasted all day.
The Story Girl by L.M. Montgomery


Susanna said…