ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
The air hovers above snow laden roof tops. Smoke rises from chimneys,
Forming clouds in a clear, crystal, blue sky.
Even the sun is haloed by glistening white diamond-like droplets.
A bleak look of desolation fills nearly empty streets as people huddle within their shelters for a long respite.
The light covering of new fallen snow, refreshes what was once before.
Some might call it paradise.