Our snowfall a couple nights ago reminded me of a poem I wrote from several years ago. The snow is so beautiful, but has the power to rearrange our lives! I hope you enjoy my memory!
Like a blanket of light,
It fills valley, large and small,
with icy cotton, and
dresses hills and mountains
in shimmering gowns of white,
making that which was crass, pure.
It lures children from the warmth
of home into the chilly playground
where snow angels flourish,
battles are fought with snowy cannonballs,
and snowmen wait for the sun
to warm their cold bodies.
With silent, frozen breath,
it blows aside our schedules,
rearranging our lives,
keeping us helpless
in the face of all we have to do,
demanding our surrender to its will.
Winter is here with its cold and snow. Well, not so much snow this year, just lots of cold. I am reminded of a time many years ago of experiencing my first ice storm. I remember how beautiful it was, with everything coated in ice. It was not fun to be out there in the danger of tree branches giving way and ice threatening every step. My thought was: stay home and drink a hot cup of cocoa.
THE ICE STORM
Snow falls, the trees wear their blanket of white.
Rooftops are covered in canopy bright.
How lovely the sight of the new fallen snow.
Everything’s white and so clean. How it glows.
Winter winds blow; there’s a chill in the air.
Look all around; there’s ice everywhere!
Tree branches creak at their cold, icy guest.
The air cracks, the limb falls. They could not resist.
Roads glow with dark patches of glass no one sees
Until it’s too late. Drivers skid on the freeze.
Houses and cars become icicle farms,
Plying the world with diamond-like charms.
Sit back and relax as the snow keeps you home.
There’s nothing to do for once more winter’s come.
I am amazed at how fast summer has gone. It isn’t gone quite yet, but as I watch the preparations of my grandchildren to prepare for school, I know the year is progressing far too fast. I think my sister was right when she said awhile back, “Do you suppose if time keeps going this fast that we will have two Christmases in a year?”
I am thankful that God has given us seasons. The changes in the weather remind me of His promise after the flood: “As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, summer and winter, day and night will never cease” (Genesis 9:22).
Summer is just what I want after a cold winter and spring. Finally it is here. But if I had lovely days all the time, would I be grateful all the time? My human nature wants to find something to complain about. So when the days turn blustery and wet when I hoped for a dry warm day, I pray that God would help me to have a thankful heart for the many blessings He has bestowed!
How nice to have a spring day in April! We have looked for it all winter!
The bare, winter tree stands like a sentinel outside my window. I see it every morning as it glows in the beams of the rising sun. During the summer, it was covered with leaves, and I loved seeing it whenever I was in my room. However, fall came and it yielded its green covering to the wind and weather.
But I still love it! Yesterday, it a lone bird, I think a cardinal, perched in its top branch for a few minutes. Then he flew off and suddenly several other birds flew into the bare branches and sat for awhile. What a treat to watch them descend into its branches and perch there. in the summer, I can’t see them sitting there.
As I watch the sun turn the horizon and my tree into gold every morning, I think of how God often compares His people to trees. I am meant to bear fruit, but there are times I feel like that tree, barren of anything that looks worth anything. However, like that tree, golden red in the dawn, I may not feel beautiful, but when God’s light in Jesus shines on me, I reflect His beauty. And that is far superior to anything I may show forth.