Pure Contentment

This morning beckoned to be a wander-land, 

we contented ourselves instead with its wonderland!

Just as I snapped the photo below a massive crow lifted off, leaving behind a shower of snow...

We woke up to a wonderland where hints of spring had been

Now every spire is a flower, every tree a queen

And everything that was itself seems to be something new

Bedecked in dazzling bric-a-brac and cotton-puff ado

Where wonder never wearies of nature and mercy’s ways

And hunger finds contentment for a moment, filled with praise

© Janet Martin