Glory

Glorious are the blue-tipped ridges of snow drifts, a see-though sun is a crystal teardrop in my eye. Sunlight sparkles through a clear mirror sky, glorious is the bright and luminous snow. A mouse has scurried over a surface ridge, its paws impressing tick mark tracks, that glint and check a fleeting length of time. Mind mesmerizes itself. A diamond polishes a skin-deep prism. The glory rises, my heart pounds out, long hallelujah moments. At the foot of an icicle-tressed oak a Black-Capped Chickadee chirps-out loud its song of life. Glory sings along and hits its high notes, again, and again.