Softly, silently the snowflakes fall,
And flannel-posted fences raise their heads
Along the winding miles of ermine shrubs,
Down roadsides lined with crystal flowerbeds.
The intricate design of frosted lakes
Gleams dully 'neath a matted sky of gray.
Pale pointed fingers of the north wind tear
The frozen branches roughly from its way.
Like a scene within a waterglobe,
The smallest hand need only shake to see
The dazzling swirl that breathlessly descends
To shape the world in fragile mystery.
So the world appears to me tonight
Dressed in a flowing gown of ermine white.
~ Grace E. Easley
Come and see the world of God,
awesome in the deeds done for us
Psalm 66:5
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