Winter of Contentment
This
poem was written by my dear friend, Laura Rice
Music
is: "What a Wonderful World"
Floating like
confetti softly,
ever so softly in the ashen blackness of midnight,
the white little speckles came to rest in the silent village.
Each droplet
preceded by another,
so that by dawn all eyes were focused
on previous black pavement and fading vegetation.
Icicles supended
from gutters,
a frozen pond
and children frolicking in the white, cold confetti
meant one thing...
suspended animation, immobility.
This winter was clever.
Two previous
Indian Summer days,
how subtle and discreet,
like a thief slipping into our lives while we slept.
Like a thief
stealing our mobility.
Yet unlike a thief leaving beauty and silence scattered
everywhere.
~ Laura Rice
Spring,
1981
The wind
blows cold and hard and the chill factor's minus zero
The trees have lost all their leaves and soon will be covered
with snow.
As we begin a brand new season, we pause to reflect on it
all,
It's through the hands of the Master, we enjoy each season in
awe.
A Priceless Masterpiece
A silence
fills the air as the snow covers the ground,
It falls so fast and furious, but never makes a sound.
In awesome wonder I watch as the Wintery scene unfolds,
Once more a masterpiece is painted, that can't be bought or
sold.
A peaceful calm starts closing in,
As darkness begins and another day ends.
The stress and turmoil fought through the day,
Like a sundrenched snow, soon melt away.
With our hearts lifted high when the day is done,
We praise the Lord for another race won.
