Untitled - November 25, 2001

The first snow falls in November
casting a pale dusting
against the frosted windows.

As the late afternoon fades away,
the warmth of the fireplace beckons
and sips of hot cocoa
heat us from inside out.

The setting sun
crosses the evening horizon,
changing from dark orange
to a shade of pale cherry.

The night sets in
against the haze of warmth -
watching the snow fall
on the pines beyond.

- based on words provided by Vicki Sandeen - snow, cherry, sunsetting