Beneath our feet, the ground crackled with frost

we stomped across the field

hats gloves scarves and jackets

watching the first few flakes of snow fall around us

so light and soft, it was hard to tell if they were real or imagined

and then suddenly

the cloud above us broke

and on the horizon

we could see the source of the snow

alight like fire

and coming our way…

something tells me it could be a little white in the morning.