The Wonders of Snow
by Mirren Litchfield
It falls upon thy lashes,
And dances in the air.
It sparkles in the light, they say,
And bites your skin if bare.
It howls with the wind, I hear,
And sings the song of joy.
It further cries of hate and fear,
But seeks not to destroy.
Each icy flake is unique,
Beauty on a bitter wind.
Its chilled grip loosens, so to speak,
Its velvet blanket thins.
It gives the flowers time to rest,
And trees to bud anew.
Our land is truly blessed, you see,
For spring is now in view.