Everything Was White Poem by David Harris

Had that very same morning.....warmed enough to melt the snow and old Jacky had to come along and leave his mark...it was beautiful though...: O)

It's the frozen fingers and toes that I hate most. Although I was brought up with Jack Frost on the inside of the windows, let alone outside! ! ! ! ! ! ! Bbrrrrhhhhh! ! ! ! ! This sort of weather is a great inspiration for the poet. ovely scenery to write about and picture with words. May you have a superb Christmas and loads of blessings in the New Year. Love and hugs to Vera. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX