Angels in the Snow

It's a snowy winter day,

the clouds above are gray,

and children out to play.

Snow angels all around,

God ruffles his hair

With his own special comb

While his white frozen dandruff

Stacks on his home

And we, his own guests

Snowflakes of the Storm

Cold and airy we slowly form
One, two, three or more and now a storm

The Snow Queen

Quietly she descends

announcing her arrival

with a blanket for every shape

driven by blinded purity

Her

WRAPPED IN SILENCE

The sky is gray and ominous

and storm clouds hide the sun.

The river’s heart is frozen

and it’s