Thursday, February 11, 2010

Frosted Fantasies

Today is such a rare treat for Texans--snow! And this time there's enough to actually wade in, ball up, and throw at someone. It reminded me of my years in Kansas where we had lots of snow and the poem I wrote one winter's morn. I thought you might enjoy it too.

These photos are of my lawn today after the finger of God touched it.

Blessings,

Mary

Frosted Fantasies

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.

3 comments:

Karen Lange said...

Stay warm! Blessings to you:)
Happy weekend,
Karen

Herself said...

Hi Mary,

Thanks for sharing your poem. We're in the midst of a blizzard in the mountains of NC right now. Hurry spring!

Any updates on the humorous dev?

Faith Imagined said...

Beautiful poem. We went to Dallas several days ago, and there was still snow on the ground. I couldn't believe it! I thought it was fake.