First Snow

It's a winter wonderland pure, pristine, clean, cleansed of the darkness given to the transition of the light release from the cold blackness of night. The morning sun rise glistens reflective rays listening winds blowing off the cotton ivory coverlets from every bouncing branch within the chill of winter's first dance. Snug and warm within closed doors safe, protected in the confines of these walls the season echoes a recurring call, of peace, goodwill, promised hope from the gifts of Heaven's host. A celebration of life living from sacrifice the heart fires begin to ignite decorating trees, ornaments and lights for recollected finds in memorialized Christmas time. Two thousand years dusting the centuries of the Christ child's entry his birth along the once desolate earth renewing hope, joy, promises and love gifts from our Creator above it's the bounty and gratitude revealed in the first snow reminder of where we have been..