The blanket of snow begins to fall
the earth is sleeping quietly
A poor man fertilizer I have heard it said
All is gray this early morn
crisp cold stinging air
as one steps from the warmth of home
The birds frequent the feeders
looking for a morsel of food
Their colors bright against the white backdrop
We do not lament, we cry not
we know it is for a season
and all will again awake, spring forth
The black cat looks blacker
the red dawg looks redder
invigorated by the cold as they run about
It is time, time to reflect
to ponder ones life
to be in the moment, at peace
Has it been good, yes
what does the future hold
whatever it is, it will be for me
you see, we love, we sorrow
we despair, we hope, we care
without any of this, what is life
the blanket of first snow has fallen
this beautiful gray morn
it is for a season
The gift He has given
the Author the Finisher
my Lord and Savior
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