The first snow is a dusting down
Upon the evergreens
Winter has it’s classic cover
Comforting, serene

Pulchritudinous and solemn
Uncluttered, and so clean
Orderly, and sterile cotton
Perfect, and pristine

As winter slows our mind to sound
Winter slows our steps
All the way through winters cold
We learn how Jesus wept

We look up toward the heavens wide
Love cuts our frozen stride
So intimate, our walk with Jesus
As first snow’s dusting scene arrives

By Kelly S Griswold

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