Blanketing the world in white fluff
falling gently on branches and ground.
Turning my hair white. My soul light.
The birds sing and dance from whitened branches.
All seems possible in these moments.
Blanketing the world in white fluff
falling gently on branches and ground.
Turning my hair white. My soul light.
The birds sing and dance from whitened branches.
All seems possible in these moments.
Roosting quietly on a branch.
He waits for the sun to rise higher in the sky
as this morn is a bit cold. I think I might take after him.
Except I would have to go back in
as I have already left my bed. Woken early
to find this sleepy head.
Shadows fall upon the snow
Empty branches
Waiting to grow
Creating shadow patches
heavy puffs of snow
extrud through the roof
creating frosty square shapes
looking up they fall upon my face
cold and slightly condensed
It was God’s way to wash
the world in a blanket of white
purify and delight
hold up all our rights
change the course in the night.
It was God’s will to blanket our world.
Extinguish the greys with the brightest of whites.
Blinding in our delight.
Thank you for the new day. For this beautiful sight.