I can see patterns in these waves of frozen snow. Here, I see a flock of flying dragons taking off from the icy ripples for other wintry lands unknown.
But the icy fingers of February will soon yield to warmer weather.
Queen Anne's Lace will emerge from beneath their blankets of snow.
And burrs will shed their fluffy hats and bask in the sunshine.
I'm going to enjoy the coming warmth because I know that winter will be back for a repeat performance.
Blog post title blatantly stolen from Led Zeppelin's Immigrant Song.