I watched the woods fill up with snow until the trees could no longer carry the load.
All through the night the snow silently fell on trees, hills, fences and paddocks.
The alpacas must think it odd that the clouds have turned into velvety flakes.
It’s no use letting the chooks out into the yard as there is nothing for them to peck.
The coldness whispers over the water troughs turning the surface into a black ice.