The snow drifted like fairy dust, sparkling with the morning sun. Just a thin powder on all the flat surfaces.
Kitty and Anne peeked out of the chicken coop uncertain of the ground outside.
White Hen stayed on her perch longer than usual. And even Zip decided to curl up in his straw lined bucket in the barn after eating breakfast.
By late morning the snow rained off the roof into the gutter and onto the ground. It lingered mostly in the shadows.
Now it only fills those pockets too deep for the sun to touch.
A beautiful post.