Of all the views I have seen
The one I see today is supreme
Each tree and bush in sight
Crystalized during the night.
Offering a glistening view
Like glass it seems to be
The freeze is in the air
Covering everything out there.
They say it may stop by evening
Who knows, but the trees are leaning
Underneath its weight and glow
What a wintry, icy show.
On Christmas Eve, the sky was clear
By Christmas day, signs did appear,
The tell tell graying of the skies
Temps that dipped before our eyes.
Then the north wind began to blow
And before long it began to snow.
But that's not all it had in store
An artic blast hit our shores.
The weather bug on my computer
Chirped all night like an anxious suitor
I began to hear the pinging sound
As sheets of ice came pelting down.
Latest warning, maybe, power outage
The dreaded event without doubt
No heat, no lights, no link to you
Only silence, all but the crackling view.
The myriad of designs that are splashed
On the landscape in a quick flash
How long will the picture unfold
Like an artist brush stroking his soul.
So with bated breath, I wait to see
If the crystalized show will be
Hanging around for yet another day
While I watch in awe at it's display.
© Shy Barr
December 26, 2004
Psalm 145: 5
I will speak of the glorious
honor of thy majesty, and
of thy wondrous works.
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