This early morning quiet

Many inches on the ground

Falling softly still, six-fifteen

Straight down, not a sound.

The sagging branches, wet white

Up north Dakota Territory

The way of it at thirty degrees

Another clean winter story.

Tip toe up and down

Whisper softly to each one

No school today, ice and snow

Maybe heaps before it’s done.

Really seriously can’t believe

Never happened before

Thank you, Jesus, and

Please send some more.