LeConte Creek Tub Mill

How can this beauty be described?
My words fall far short of the awe in my heart.
The snow, virgin in places, broken in others,
lying upon the ground, softening the roughness
of man-made monsters.
The cedars standing proudly
and contentedly under their blanket of white.
The maples' shining branches, sparkling silvery
and intricately in the light from the house.
The sky, a dull white ceiling of soft, smooth cotton,
promising a fresh falling in the morning.
My own breath chilling lazily in space.
My thoughts as fresh and cool and honest as the air,
praising the Creator of this deep winter night.

From age 17