Fine as powdered sugar, this snow. Juncos wallow in it. A Carolina wren lands on a snowy branch, ruffles its feathers, and does not sing.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Fine as powdered sugar, this snow....
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Just what you said! I posted daisies from June on my blog…it seemed warmer!