Night Made Day
Night made day
By moon on snow.
Sleeping trees whisper
In their dreams.
Biting air keeps the animals
In their burrows.
Branch shadows glide across snow
With ease.
I look out with wonder
At the scene before me.
Magical it has become
After the mighty storm.
Nothing is as it was, and
The world is weighted down.
Only the wind can come and go
As it pleases.
What a blessing it is
To live in my mountain home!
God’s handiwork is so close
I can touch it with my own hands.
Indeed, I am made rich with the bounty
That is set right before me.
Nothing manmade can compare
With His Masterpiece.
2010 © Dawn L. Huffaker
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