In the wee morning hours
snow falls softly
blankets trees and fields,
comforter divine.
No footprints.
No paw prints
No sound.
Pristine countryside at rest.
Its lone splash of color,
one crimson cardinal
perched expectantly
on quivering branch.
Dawn arrives slowly
steeps through clouds,
glisten shimmers hill tops
adding magic to the scene.
Photo from Pixabay.com
lillian the home poet 
Serene description of what I would expect for this time of the year! Hope you are well and George is recovering well! Prayers for rapid healing! 😘
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My favorite time of snowfall
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