Frozen in my Memory
- Bruce Siebold
- Dec 23, 2018
- 1 min read
During the damp cold night, the Earth Mother sprinkled hoar frost upon Eighty Acres. The frost hugged each stem, branch and blade of grass, turning the land into a shimmering crystal cave. The morning sun burned away each flake, dropping the wonderland to the ground below. Soon all was gone, but the beauty remains frozen in my memory.