 God's frosting agleam on the leaves. The chill in the air giving form to my words, Small icicles cling to the eaves. Can that be the first snowflake of winter That I just saw float past me in time? Will it be the beginning of snowmen and sleds, Or the start of a landscape sublime? Spring's beauty of rebirth is full of new hope. Summer's warmth is a caressing hand. And the pallette of rich hues that autumn presents Leave a beauty that covers the land. But the second snowflake now is joining The first that shines up from the lawn. And I'm anxiously waiting the blanket of white That I know will be here by the dawn. Please join me in watching this wonder Of nature change worlds overnight. The softness and sparkle of newfallen snow Must be Nature's child of delight. Take my hand as we walk into winter 'Cross the threshhold of a magical door. To a season of thankfulness, joy and of love To a peace that we're all hoping for. ... Jaime  
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