First Snow

It's a winter wonderland
  pure, pristine, clean,
  cleansed of the darkness
    given to the transition of the light
    release from the cold blackness of night.
The morning sun rise glistens
  reflective rays listening
  winds blowing off the cotton ivory coverlets
    from every bouncing branch
    within the chill of winter's first dance.
Snug and warm within closed doors
  safe, protected in the confines of these walls
  the season echoes a recurring call,
    of peace, goodwill, promised hope
    from the gifts of Heaven's host.
A celebration of life living from sacrifice
  the heart fires begin to ignite
  decorating trees, ornaments and lights
     for recollected finds
     in memorialized Christmas time.
Two thousand years dusting the centuries
  of the Christ child's entry
  his birth along the once desolate earth
     renewing hope, joy, promises and love
     gifts from our Creator above
it's the bounty and gratitude
  revealed in
  the first snow
    reminder of where
    we have been..

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