When Jack Frost dips his frosty toe
Into the greenery below,
'Tis when all of nature bow their heads
In pots, on hills and flower beds.
As if God waved a lofty hand
And changed the color of the land,
But we again will see His power
Through winter as we count each hour.
Soon, the peeking sun will bring
A warmer sun, that sign of spring,
And as this season comes along
'Tis like an old familiar song.
It is as if all souls realize
Each day we're here is a special prize.
And as time grows, we understand
The magic love of our Father's hand.
~ James Joseph Huesgen
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