The New Fallen Snow

I remember as a child,
And even yet today,
The beauty and splendor,
Of a freshly fallen snow.

Walking through the forest,
And gazing down,
Into the wintered valley below,
I was struck with awe.

A breathtaking beauty lay before my eyes,
No indiscriminately placed fluff,
But a covering fashioned by the Master,
Was enrapturing my senses.

I felt a peace and serenity before me,
My tensions and worries ebbed,
As the magnificence of the view,
Touched my heart.

Evergreen branches covered in white,
And dripping icicles,
Reflecting the new day's sun,
Created a world of crystalline beauty.

Down in the valley,
I saw the blanketed fields and rooftops,
And chimney smoke spiraling upward.
Currier and Ives had come to life.

As I stood in the crisp air,
My nostrils froze with each breath,
Yet the chill was overcome,
By the beauty beheld by my eyes.

Yes, snow has it's detractors,
Like shoveling and driving,
But the beauty of a new fallen snow,
Is enthralling and inspiring.

The quiet and pristine picture,
Brushed by the Master's hand,
Is more majestic and mighty,
Than any man could ever make.

© 03/31/98 by David L. Henkel

Many thanks to the following:

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Arlene's Heavenly Midis
(music)

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