The landscape glistens in the full moon
With ice covered branches in display.
Trees look like crystal umbrellas in flume
As the cold air penetrates all the way.
Visions of sculptures are seen in array
From water fountain sprays reaching down.
The glass covered twigs are frozen in their sway,
As the moon beams reflect them to the ground.
What a beautiful portrait of fragments of light
Scattered all around like prisms of color.
Into the night sky they are silent and bright
Against the canvas they shadow each other.
What a beautiful scene as from my window I see
Ice covered objects all around the yard.
I can imagine a show of theatrical scenes
And actors are not even trying hard.
The winter is here, and that's for sure
With artic air all around the globe it seems.
Traffic stuck in drifted snow driven pure
While plows are out trying to clear the scene.
It's almost the beginning of a new year,
And already we have great stories to tell
Of the ending of Holidays and cheer
And perhaps the greatest snowfall as well.
Well hopefully the ice will be gone
But alas the beauty it gave will disappear
Into the landscape it will go on
Seeping in the earth running clear.
What will the new year bring
More storms that make records appear
Or perhaps an earlier Spring
So green and flowers will soon begin to rear.
Written By Shirley Barr
December 27, 2004
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**(I saw this view out of my window)**
Psalms 46:10
Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. |
