Something Sweetly Haunting

There is something sweetly haunting ‘bout a snow that comes too soon

Argent innocence undaunted, slipping from an astral spoon

As it wraps earth’s golden autumn from a silver-broken cloud

Settling on rooftops and gardens in an unexpected shroud

There is something grandly mournful in snow slipping over leaf

Where soft whiteness blends with scarlet in a dazzling, muffled sheaf

And we tread with restless reverence a landscape strangely awed

By mute, majestic masterpieces from the hand of God

There is something keenly comforting in autumn’s early snow

Where hope immortal mingles with the grief of letting go

Life's moments fall like snowflakes on a morning almost noon

Oh, there’s something sweetly haunting ‘bout a snow that comes too soon

© Janet Martin

I looked outside when I woke up and said, ‘You have got to be kidding me!’ The world was white…and then soon we were out of electricity for a while.

 "God thunders with His voice wondrously, Doing great things which we cannot comprehend. "For to the snow He says, 'Fall on the earth,' And to the downpour and the rain, 'Be strong.' "He seals the hand of every man, That all men may know His work. Job 37: 5-7