A Country Christmas Eve (1976 Chapbook)

On a solitary vigil so cold and fair
The air took feeling from my face
And gave a glowing in its place,
I saw snow glistening upon the fields
And heard the ringing silence of the night.

Not a breath of wind stirred the snow to dance
As a renegade star put the moon to shame
A distant silver fire that lit the blue night sky.

by Bill Grace

Comments (1)

Lovely imagery in this one. In the ancient Book of Job, we are told that there are treasures in the snow. I believe you have found them in this poem. Warm regards, Sandra