Winter’s Ermine Cloak

“The speckled sky is dim with snow, The light flakes falter and fall slow; Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale, Silently drops a silvery veil; By flickering curtains gray and thin.” J. T. Trowbridge A striking change, indeed, to find when morning breaks, a blanket of crystal white enshrouding hill and dale!  Is not the first snowfall of the season always a welcome surprise?  The black plowed fields have become transformed and glisten in the sunlight, while the barren bleak trees sparkle...