The neighborhood park.
A winter wonderland.
Ice-encrusted trees mingle with snow-covered evergreens.
The grassy field has lost its texture and contours.
Transformed into a pure white ocean,
Now calm and collected,
It's surface as smooth as a fondant-covered wedding cake.
Blodgett Peak sits regally above us all,
Unscathed by the bitter cold and merciless wind.
Ah, to be a mountain
When winter ravages the landscape.
Even more,
To touch the sky
After the storm has done its deeds.
Bluer than blue.
In its eyes,
I see Heaven.
A winter wonderland.
Ice-encrusted trees mingle with snow-covered evergreens.
The grassy field has lost its texture and contours.
Transformed into a pure white ocean,
Now calm and collected,
It's surface as smooth as a fondant-covered wedding cake.
Blodgett Peak sits regally above us all,
Unscathed by the bitter cold and merciless wind.
Ah, to be a mountain
When winter ravages the landscape.
Even more,
To touch the sky
After the storm has done its deeds.
Bluer than blue.
In its eyes,
I see Heaven.
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for S's return - he finally arrived home at 5 AM this morning - safe and sound. T was especially delighted.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
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