The snow falls sideways, blowing from rooftops in billowy sheaths.
My windchime sounds a muted song, metal chilled by snow.
The dogs are wary to venture outside, paw prints staying close to the house.
When I dared to go out, hoping to capture a few pictures I was met with disdain from a hummingbird perched in the cherry tree. I cleared snow off of his feeder and hurried back inside, not even looking back to see if he cared.
I cannot now seem to draw my eyes from the snowglobe out my window. It is a beauty we rarely see.