The world turned white
while we slept, Winter,
that cold-blooded fairy,
came down here with her wand,
ventured below the Mason-Dixon Line,
to bless us with her magic.

She sprinkled her dust
over ordinary things,
transforming them
into mystical objects.

***take a look at our southern snow photos below…they say more than any poem I could ever write could say. Not that I’m a great photogher, but my object is simply to show how beautiful it looks. I know no camera tricks and have used no programs other than CROP to fix the photos…still, maybe they will give you a taste of the magic.