Christmas in the Northwest!

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Winters Jewels

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The dawn of day was witness to,

a transformation of the land.

The night had seen the change unfold,

unique creations of His Hand.

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So many made, while slumber reigned,

no two alike, these crystals, white.

The billions softly touched the earth,

as breezes shaped them in the night.

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The frozen-cotton, covered boughs,

as rays of sun climb winters hills.

To see the splendor made by frost,

on window panes and window sills.

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The curvy mounds shaped 'round the trunks,

where blown about the feet of trees.

And leaves that peek through snowy white,

at wonderous winter scenes like these.

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Their lives so short; a day or week,

or season at the very most.

To disappear when spring is nigh,

like figment of a vanished ghost.

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But first they must adorn each twig,

and blade of grass and lowly weed.

Essential act required by some,

to germinate their precious seed.

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And map the many tiny feet,

of creatures that have braved the night.

With fan-shaped swirls at end of tracks,

where birds of prey have taken flight.

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To crown each post and stone and wall,

the royalty of winters scene.

Look down upon the snowscape, white,

approve each subjects bow and lean.

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Then melt to slush and hang from twigs,

and drip and drop like tear-shaped jewels.

The tiny trickles congregate,

to create icy winter pools.

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Returned to earth, from whence they came,

The same as you, the same as me.

Water to water, ". . . dust to dust",

perpetuates His Plan, you see.

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~Nevin Hawlman~

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"He gives snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes."

Psalm 147:16