After a Snowfall
This is a quiet season; nothing mars
the earth's serenity. Above, the night
receives the moon whose retinue of stars
raise lanterns up to view a world of white.
Beneath the flawless surface, out of sight,
held prisoner within the winter's care,
are stunted things that hardly knew the light,
like secret dreams now withered in despair.
Creation comforts those sequestered there
with hope, where all is hopeless and forlorn:
renewal’s freshness, and the starting stir
of growth that promises a world reborn.
In nature as in man, a quiet face
hides winter's grief and spring's creating grace.
Best wishes for Christmas and the New Year.
David
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