Winter knocked upon my door,
Bringing cold and snow galore.
She looked just like an Eskimo
In her hat of frosted snow.
She wore a cloak of ermine white
And silver-dusted trees at night.
She sparkled every field and stream
With diamonds from a bright moonbeam.
A masterpiece of art was she
Bedecked in show-white finery.
She displayed her silent charms
Then fell asleep in springtime's arms.
~ Nora M. Bozeman
From the North the splendor
comes, surrounding God's
awesome majesty!
Job 37:22
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