Heavenly Beauty
Everything is hushed and still,
draped in white at winter's will.
The sun climbs high behind the trees
and dazzles prisms with enchanting ease.
The flag waves freely in the cold-cold
wind;
it refuses its station to rescind.
Scratches of frost on the window glass,
left by nature's art class.
Plumes upon the evergreen -
a castle sheltering birds unseen;
A winter morning, to me, is seen
as God's heavenly beauty, quiet and serene.
Joan Adams Burchell
(copyright)
Written January 23, 2005
