The dimpled cheek of snow lies soft
It’s silence touched by mittened hands
Her hallows arbor secret smiles
At reddened face in frosty light.
Uncombed grasses, golden strands
These remnants of last Summer’s wealth
Nudge their neighbors with cordial waves
And flutter together in quiet mirth
Wind-blown ripples, patterned grace
Adorn this heavenly countenance
Laugh lines traced by tumbling leaves
Crease God’ face, here, at my feet.
