The trees whisper softly… their message rolls off the hills.
Snow softly blankets the cold, still Earth.
The slightest sound… a Cardinal tweets its song to the sky.
The tan tips of corn stalks peek up… barely above the soft snow.
White lumps huddle together on the edge of fields.
Mother Nature throws her best at the farmers of mid-Nebraska.
A crackling sound interrupts the peace.
A single buck darts across the Platte River… the ice under his hooves breaks.
He nimbly jumps to the other side.
A geyser shoots from the cracked ice.. suddenly the sleeping Platte is alive again.
A light glow on the eastern side announces the new day…
Rays of pink and gold shoot out from behind a cloud in every direction.
The buck raises his elegant head… his racks rustle the icicles on a nearby tree.
The slight jingle makes a soft sound… almost like a message from the angels singing above.
As the gold of the sunrise drifts away with the wing, its speed picks up…
People near and far can hear the whistling… almost as if the sun must be blown from the sky.
This day is cold but happy… many families gather together to decorate and bake.
Soon far and wide, the smell of ginger and Christmas treats floats throughout the air.
The sun outside is breaking through the clouds, glistening on the fresh snow.
This picture seems untouchable.
The warmth of the sun heats the Earth, for a little while.
Little animals come out to play in the white powder.
Birds wrestle in the bare trees, turkeys scrounge around for food.
The evergreens, yet white with snow…
Sway in the wind, their needles playing with the pine cones.
It is midday by now… the sun is high but weak.
The animals now return to their caves, tunnels, and burrows… seeking shelter from the white snow that has begun to fall, again.
Everything is hiding… keeping warm.
When night begins to fall… the golden sun turns to pink.
The beautiful clouds reflect its radiance… the snow is still falling,
And looks like powder puffs on the horizon.
A brilliant day is done.
By: Megan Anne