Cold Winter Thumb
Cold Winter raises its thumb
In gusty squalls, and snow drifts from
Winter sun strikes, sits and lingers
And delights in radiant fingers
Shining quietly in wintry complexions
A quiet wind tossing teasing reflections
Snow drifts and birds race playfully
Whilst' nature lifts with glee and gaiety
And the stars twinkle through the night sky
Silent moon shine in gleam'ng ul·tra·high
And angels dance in their moonlight journeys
As God draws nature in artistic flurries
Copyright © Daniel Miltz | Year Posted 2016
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