The Beauty Of Snow

The winter comes silently
In the night to blanket God's creation.
Awaking to the splendor of a winter
Morn is breathtaking,
Its hushed beauty - enchanting.
The sun peeps out from the gray sky,
Creating a scene that sparkles with diamonds.
Crabapples - dried up - prunelike,
Blanketed with heavenly white,
Laden down, hiding their features
Under tiny puffs of frigid, thick cotton.
The little greek maiden on the lawn
Wears a pillbox hat of ermine in olden style,
As she overlooks the pool for fish.
Chairs left out from warmer days
Are adorned with fluffy, white pillows - so inviting.
A hazy gray like film envelopes the atmosphere making it
The thing from which dreams are made.

February 7,2003

by Doris Niswonger

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