Snow had gracefully dusted the ground and trees like powdered sugar on a donut reminding me that winter would again return to northern Wisconsin.
The lakes had not yet iced over but small puddles did and they trapped air in geometric shapes on their surface.
Snow landed on the tops of brush that high water had broken off to give the manifestation that snow mushrooms had sprouted out of the lake.
The snow filled in the spaces around needles of the white pine turning them into tiny winter Sputniks that orbited their planet trees.
Birds nourished themselves on suit and seeds preparing for the long winter.
Shapes and reflections materialized on the surface of the lake on this cold and cloudy day that had chaperoned this first snow.
