First Snow

In a few months, I will need to be reminded of this. In a few months, I will be tired of the shoveling and the slush and the mud. But now, all is magic. My yard looks like the final scene in the first act of The Nutcracker, all sparkly snowflakes and sugar icing. Now, all is silent and still, but for the little birds eating the liatris seeds. The circle calls, waiting for a spiral of footprints to be danced into the snow. I hope you dance.