Cathy Eckhart Stouder
Snowflakes under the microscope
What has man chiselled lately that can cover the earth in a warm white blanket, sparkle like rainbows, can drape a blue spruce in ermine and diamonds? Never two the same, they can pile up on my geraniums as light as feathers, sneaking up on Autumn in the night and bringing in Winter without a sound. No-one can complain because Winter snowflakes are so beautiful, and we run for our cameras instead of our shovels...(the poets do anyway)...Thank you Jehovah!