These photos are of my lawn today after the finger of God touched it.
Sunrays at dawning peeping up bright,
Touch frosted fantasies glistening white;
God’s chilling finger labored through night,
Transforming landscapes to visual delight.
Crystalized wheat fields, glimmering green—
Seas of delicious lime sherbet ice cream.
Whispy grey mist shrouding the stream—
Invoking a vision-like, mystical dream.
A gentle sad willow, graceful with glaze,
Bows icy tentacles low as it prays.
Frozen blue puddles glint through the haze
Like shimmering diamonds wildly ablaze.
Granddaddy long-legs, frozen in place,
Eternally webbed in delicate lace.
Fuzzy green juniper, loaned icy grace,
Resembles an oldtimer’s aged, whiskered face.
Fairyland countryside, dreamy display;
Sugar-dipped wonderland twinkling and gay;
Blanketing autumn’s sad death and decay,
Winter’s first frosting with purity o’relay.
Copyright 1981, Mary Hollingsworth. Written on a snowy winter's morning on a Kansas wheat farm. All rights reserved.