Snowflakes
By Cheryl CoreyNow soft and white the snowflake clusters fall. The wind picks up and blusters. Millions drift Like powdered sugar shaken by a baker’s sift, All the same to the naked eye. A fractal,
However, proves that’s not the case. Each flake Was once a microscopic hexagon Of radial arms; then having undergone A transformation, what you see will make
You gaze in wonder: plates and planes and columns Of crystal facets; fern-like fronds as delicate As feathers; needles, pearls of rime; intricate Designs of icy, geometric blossoms,
No two alike, reflecting the spectrum of light To give us snow, now falling soft and white.
Snow in Buffalo
By Phil S. Rogers
Six feet of snow in Buffalo I guess it’s only apropos, but makes me crave a bungalow somewhere deep in Mexico.
To dance a lively fandango on a warm and sunlit patio, good music on the radio, not wrapped up like an Eskimo.
Even a flight to Borneo, so not to have to shovel snow, would fill me with a golden glow, and surely help my lumbago.
But all these trips I must forego, alas, they’re not the status quo; my bank account is really low, can’t even get to Tuckahoe.
Winter Night
By Martin RizleyA full moon fills the sky with lustrous light And gives the vault of heaven in the night A golden sheen that gilds the cloudy wisps That drift across the sky like phantom ships.
The moon’s glow falls upon the ice-bound lake, On frosted reeds and brambles in the brake, On snow-encrusted limbs of leafless trees That stand like shining angels in the leas.
A sacred stillness holds all things in place At this late hour of rare celestial grace, When heaven’s glory bathes a frozen scene, Disrobing beauty, gleaming and pristine.
Yet who is witness to this wondrous sight? Who sees the naked valley glowing bright, Since now, throughout the incandescent dell, All eyes are sealed by sleep´s seductive spell?
Only the birds who tremble in their nest, And tiny foxes waking from their rest, And baby deer who through the woods now go, In silence, keeping close to mother doe,
And I! whose wakeful eyes in awe behold This scene, whose loveliness cannot be told; For human words imperfectly convey The magic of a night lit up like day.
Its splendor glistens, as the winter moon Ignites both ice and snow, like jewels strewn Across a landscape dazzling to the eye Whose beauty none who sees it can deny.
Such radiant things are hidden from the sight Of those who sleep throughout the frigid night; But chosen souls, awakened by God’s hand, Behold His hidden works and understand.
God’s world is full of wonders to behold! If we have eyes to see them when the cold And dark of winter lull the world to sleep, And multitudes in drifts lie buried deep.
Remember this, and please do not forget— God has bright visions for His people yet! But sleepyheads will never have a peep Of wonders seen by those who vigil keep.
