First Snow

                   zzzppalalddd

Falling, it drifts.  

       In Heaven handcrafted.

A gentle blessing.

      Covering, cloaking.

All is made new and fresh.

Gold of dawn shows the glorious, white transformation.

      Quiet, reassuring.

Stark purity clings.

      It carpets the way.

Lays full and unmarked in unchanging love.

      Beneath is new life. 

      Waiting.

 

                                                                             D. Baker

                                                                             14 December 2003

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