Unrevised version, published in MSPS Online Poetry Chapter, 37 Cents February, 2009
Published in The Ozarks Mountaineer Magazine, Jan/Feb 2010
God whispers to the angels, who open their aprons toward earth. A thick curtain of flakes cover life and death alike. A swaying screen sweeps away color, defuses light, disturbed only by a soft wind slanting the mantle eastward; pierced by stark sentinels whose branches stand solid against its breath. Schools close as kids cheer and nature dons a turbid cloak. The sky's roof caresses treetops. Life stills, cocooned in winter's satin embrace. Who but the Creator could alter our ambience in one glorious afternoon?
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