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Tuesday, November 30, 2021

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 in๐Ÿ˜Š

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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