The Day
Brilliant light
blinding snow delight
fallen quick and fast
only with cold does it last;
otherwise, it's slipping away
ice flows of past days
laying easily disturbed
when children raced passed the curb;
and snowmen groan and moan
when snowplows take their throne;
just a mid-December day at play
waiting patiently for that wonderful day
the magic moments' dance
for the blessed circumstance
of a child babe and newborn king
what a wonderful blessing.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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