Christmas Snow
On wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns
the shimmering snow in magical light,
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.
Innocent faces gleam, old are reborn
as fanciful flakes seem to rise in flight
on wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns.
Powder settles, softening sharpest thorns
as spring’s flowers sleep beneath drifts of white
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.
Oh, joyous wonder, no past years to mourn!
The hills and trees sparkle like child’s eyes bright,
on wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns.
Our gifts are unwrapped, the day’s all but worn
and festive flakes frolic well into night
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.
Through frosty pane, we watched peaceful day born
with glistening nature’s brilliance in sight.
On wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.
for Gail's Christmas Snow Contest, 11/26/14
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014
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