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Saturday, April 13, 2013

Winter's Handiwork

More snow and more predicted tonight and tomorrow! Perhaps if I share another poem by my grandmother...we can see the beauty once more.

Winter's Handiwork

The snow has ceased to fall
And all the world is still,
Gray clouds are appliqued against the sky
Above the white-roofed hill.

The firs are richly clad
In ermine robes that gleam.
A frosting over hands the river's edge
Where it narrows to a stream.

The fence is trimmed with lace
And cotton candy fluff.
Each silhouetted rock is softened now
With a lamb's wool powder puff.

Oh, lovely is the scene
Where magic lends a glow;
Identities are lost in winter's charm
To the artistry of snow.

Maude G. Booth

1 comment:

Liana said...

Hey Terry..How have you been? It looks like you moved to a new place also? I notice you blog about as much as I do. haha I am truly not very good at keeping up with mine either.

I hope all is going great.