Here’s a poem I wrote in my head as I was walking through the snow the other day … it doesn’t seem quite as good when it’s written out on a page but I hope you enjoy it!

Light is shining 
on the snow, 
And where it comes from 
I don't know. 

This light is beaming 
all around, 
on branches, coat sleeves, 
and the ground. 

The snow is thicker 
where I walk. 
The trees are tall, 
but they don't block 

The light that comes from everywhere, 
that's falling through the frigid air.