As I look out from my front window,
There a beautiful site on the ground.
Fresh new fallen snow is everywhere,
Not one single footprint can be found.
Outside in the night there is no sound,
Of a car or anyone homeward bound.
A wonderful picture so completely still,
One thing you will feel is winters chill.
Absolute silence filling the winter's air,
No sound at all can you hear anywhere.
A blanket of snow not moved by hand,
Not yet touched by animal or any man.
The moon makes the new snow glisten,
Tilting my head I try once more to listen.
Don't let this mystical night end for me,
The captivating winter snow I get to see.
Contemplating the snow on the leaves,
Covering roofs of houses and the trees.
Over there snow kisses my roses I love,
Placed there so tenderly by God's love.
I take in a breath at the sight before me,
Totally in wonder of the snows majesty.
Seeming to twinkle like little shiny stars,
Hearing far off a softly strummed guitar.
I love all the magic God does provide,
His perfect artistry, He does not hide.
He keeps showing us in so many ways,
For this we shall always sing His praise.
©Brenda Sparkman
August 1, 2005
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