A Soft Snowfall Poem

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