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Sunday, November 25, 2018

Icy messengers

 Tiny crystals sparkle bright
 With the warmth of morning light
 Whispering softly in the breeze
 Dancing brightly on the trees

 In my breath, and in the air
 Frosty dew drops everywhere
 Not yet winter but one sees
 How the crystals start to freeze

 Sacred sculptures icy glow
 In each frosty friendly show
 From the glistening subtle breaths
 God is speaking.. .no regrets

 Oh what wonder oh what awe....
 Every icycle starts to draw
 Fancy figures dancing dreams
 Heaven's greatness priceless streams

1 comment:

  1. Greetings Joy. Not yet Winter but seemingly so! You depicted an early morning scene with good expression. Well done. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.


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