The bird feeders wear ice lace, snow hats and icicles.
My neighbour told me we've had over
twelve feet of snow this winter.
The ducks sit on the snow banks waiting for breakfast
and are nearly eye level with us, as we sit at the kitchen table.
Our yard is waves and troughs of snow, a seascape of white.
It's all lovely but I'm weary of wading through snow
and snow and snow.