This morning the clouds were heavy, hanging low,
I can barely see the mountains now
with snow clouds covering.
A light snow begins falling,
with the Earth waiting,
the beauty of silence,
the whisper of winter.
And I smile as I walk,
having gone to the bookstore
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies
Note: I’m currently reading a paranormal spy thriller, and yesterday I purchased 2 books of poetry and a science fiction novel, which is very thick and will take a long time to read!