Winter Wonderland

~ My favorite Thanksgiving memory was, quite simply, a walk at my grandparents house - I'll never forget how nature spoke to me that day about what is truly important, what I'm most thankful for. ~ The snowflakes cling so softly to my eyes Each one a sparkling gem of frosted lace Their fluttered flights like silver butterflies Released by heaven in uncommon grace To melt upon my lashes, warm, and trace Their damp demise as rills upon my face I wind my way thru swaying evergreen That dip their limbs to bow a silent plea Like Currier and Ives, they paint a scene Of lofty grand cathedrals, soaring free A vault of stars to crown each regal tree While high above an owl questions me I wonder if, like me, he haunts the night Divining purpose deep within the wood So grateful for the gifts within his sight And all that heaven brings us that is good In that, we forge a blessed brotherhood Content to cherish living, as we should Thanksgiving weaves the frigid winds at hand To bring us both this winter wonderland. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Thanksgiving Memory" Poetry Contest, Regina Riddle, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Winter Wonderland" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor. ~ This is an "Urban Sonnet", a form created by Laura Loo, a poet here at Poetry Soup. ~