This poem was started on the back of an envelope
I found in Jim's truck after church on Sunday
while I waited for him to look after a few work details
It was inspired by the scenes
where it felt like God shook the snow-globe we are living in😊
Teasels topped in frosty toques...
Branches brushed in stencil-art
Wild grass bent like white-washed stooks...
Brook banks plush and snowflake-starred
Every sprig, white pom-pom crowned
Every twig cotton-ball bowed
Teasels topped in frosty toques
Branches brushed in stencil-art
Wild grass bent like white-washed stooks
Brook banks plush and snowflake-starred
Every sprig, white pom-pom crowned
Every twig, cotton-ball bowed
Every footstep, snuffed of sound
Everybody white-world wowed (well, almost:)
Earth and heavens interfuse
Where the meadow meets the sky
Beauty exceeds duty’s dues
Rousing worship’s perfect sigh
Windsong is a whisper, oh
Birdsong is muffled in white
Woodlands wear wool scarves of snow
Dreamlands waken pure delight
Earth is like a snow-globe shook
Where the countryside and town
Look like pictures in a book
Tucked beneath white eiderdown
© Janet Martin
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