Winter

Snow falls on sere field and chill stream, Icy waters congeal at winter’s blast; White haze shrouds nature in a dream Of platinum blanket bound to last! Snow fallen, woodlands rest in bright array; No human presence intrudes the scene: Deer trails o’er vale and hill lead the way To lonely lake marl’d with beauty’s sheen. In twilight cold, all Creation stands Majestic, still, with frost-laden hands Adoring its Maker who mountains made. And heaven and earths foundations laid. My heart...