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
