After 46 hours straight of snowfall this week,
I was surveying a frozen mountain that used to be our backyard hill.
It’s a sea of white,
reflecting shadows of the trees above.
And then something caught my eye;
something glistening toward the top.
So tiny I had to squint to see
that it was a sweet little sapling,
its tiny twig branches wrapped in ice,
reaching for the sky and sparkling in the sun.
It’s like a mini miracle growing up out of the snow,
hanging on for dear life in the bitter cold,
believing in a better (and warmer) tomorrow,
and shining because of it.